We all know the feeling.
Standing at the end of the dock
- teeth chattering,
while our toes dangle,
waving at the rippling water below.
We watch the waves with seaweed entangled,
and test the depth with our eyes
pacing the edge,
searching for the courage to dive.
We build a relationship with the dock.
Knowing it’s the safe spot
we treat it like those who live one day at a time,
treating experienced situations
as though they're one of a kind.
as though they're one of a kind.
The ceremony doesn’t stop,
and we don't celebrate the dock,
but repeat giddy thoughts
of everything except that safe spot.
So once you’ve used that courage gathered,
and are standing on your tippy-toes,
with goose-bumps and arms crossed,
having just entered.
Take a second and find your center,
and roll in with the waves
to introduce yourself and thank that dock
for its patience and space to walk.
Where we stack encouraging thoughts
becoming brave once again.
Jordan R Shaver 11.02.2012
