Gentle with myself today.  I choose that.  Gentle with the idea of being swept away by the Divine Path ahead.  Feeling a wave rising at my back, the wind picking up with change.  Gentle does it to do tiny steps at a time, letting others be themselves and me be me.  Bumping around in Divine safety and love.

But if I am at one with the Ocean, a wave would be a delight–foam, bubbles, laughing u into the salt-filled tears in the air, rising powerfully and chasing with great noise and delight.  If I am a wave, I am the rise and fall of the flow.  Nothing to fear or mourn.

Ah yes, Pema says–I have to be big and small at the same time.  That makes sense.