Driftwood

Today something broke open.

I could feel it bubbling to the surface –

Buoyant, purposeful, unrelenting and clear.

“You are so strong, nothing ever bothers you.”

“You are like a rock.”

More like an iceberg.

Those “treasures” have been left behind on a beach for someone else to discover and save in a jar.

I always thought change would be a foreign invader conquering the weak,

But it’s an old flame,

A steady light that glimmers in the fog.

It came from such a pure element many eons ago,

Strength and resilience passed down over generations through DNA –

Survivors, seekers, entrepreneurs, artists, ship captains and warriors.

Once a small voice; it was just a faint whisper in my ear.

Sometimes I thought I had only imagined it.

The words became clearer, carried by wind and time.

As it increased in volume, I could feel it reverberate in my chest

Until it was so loud that now it’s a ROAR.

Over the years I wore so many hats: 1st mate, passenger, engineer, radio controller, helm and captain.

 My ego says “All me.”

In truth, lots of hands helped me pass the buckets while I was bailing out.

 I finally realized after I was sinking like a stone, gasping for air and clawing at something,

You can’t stop water but you can ride the waves.

Allowing isn’t giving up as much as quiet persistence with unclenched fists.

I allowed nature to transmute the landscape it touched; instead of seeing it as a force to be tamed,

It became my creative partner.

Something once so heavy is now smooth and light.

It’s a sea and I can’t call it back

Nor do I want to.

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Felicia is driven by curiosity. She takes things apart and puts them back together: dryers, door handles and ideas. She values directness as well as kindness. In life or salsa class she will be moving in the opposite direction of the crowd (sometimes not on purpose). Her family is nice enough to leave all the drawers open for her to push in so she feels useful. She lives outside of Boston on the North Shore with a large man with a heart of gold, a tween who sings like an angel but can’t remember to wear her own coat home from school and a greyhound named Arnie who enjoys crispy bread. You can follow Felicia on her blog and Facebook.

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