Today I went to the beach for inspiration.  There are so many transitions going on in my personal and professional life right now that are, by and large, very exciting, but also very intense.  Sometimes I don’t know which way is up.  Sometimes I just need to know what the next step is.  I needed information, so I parked my car, left ALL electronics in, took a notebook and a pen and some water and sat on a rock for 45 min straight.  Ideas came, gratitude was felt, and I loved my time there.

Before leaving, I walked a bit farther in and saw some balancing rocks.  They were tall, heavy, and not at all suited for balancing on top of one another vertically, yet there they were, three sets of them.   I looked farther and saw the man who had set them up, preparing another one.  This one looked an even more difficult match than the other three, as if he were trying to get two points only to balance on each other.  He knew I was watching him, looking up at me occasionally.

He was there for a long time, so I looked out at the ocean in between checking to see if he had succeeded yet.  I was sure this one would prove impossible, that I would hear a loud crash of the rock tipping over on him.  Finally, I looked over to see him sitting there hands free.  He then stood up, stepped back a few paces, looked at me and smiled and shrugged.  I gave him a thumbs up and mouthed good job, and he mouthed, thanks.

I left the beach weeping.  That’s what I want.  After shifting and balancing acts, and waiting and staring and wondering and doubting and feeling it out and worrying and having others watch and wonder and wait and doubt and hope, I want to stand up, take a step back, and see that I did in fact do the impossible.  I want to shrug my shoulders and smile and see a miracle that I got to be a part of.  It profoundly impacted me, that man on the beach with his grey hair, mustache, shorts and hiking boots, jacket and sun shade hat.

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