When I was seven years old my grandmother went on her yearly trip to Wherever. Only that particular year "Wherever" was Switzerland. I remember this because she didn't bring me back the usual gift. The "My grandparents went to _____ and all they got me was this lousy T-Shirt".
She brought me a music box.
It played a melody that made my seven year old heart ache. Edelweiss. I'd never heard the song before. And I don't think I saw The Sound of Music until later... (and was delighted to hear My Song!)
Because I never heard the song, I didn't know there were actual words to accompany the haunting melody. So I made some up.
Ebb and Flow, Ebb and flow
daddy I am your flower
soft and low, to and fro
come sailing back to your daughter.
Yes. Big words for a small girl. But I've always loved words. I read early and often. And my mother was a big fan of poetry.
Anyway, ebb and flow. I can't hear that song without singing my own version. And lately I've been thinking about the concept. In and out. Rushing and escaping.
Cycles. Moon tides. Seasons.
I'm figuring out ways to stay sane in a crazy time. An upside down sort of time. Lopsided in so many ways. My heart soars with my writing. My children are thriving. My home is beautiful and my heart feels gracious.
My love fell out of love with me. He doesn't know it. But it's true.
So I'm going to wait quietly in this ebb... wait until the cycle comes around and the tide comes in.
Ebb and flow.