What if it was just a story–leavings, goodbyes, beginnings, new starts?  Certainly we wake to a story each day–drudge, bright shiny sun, achy body, dread of a meeting, excitement of a friend, worry about money, sweet forest rain.

But that is why we are here, isn’t it?  To realize it is all story and to practice making a good one.   Surfing and skiing is not about avoiding the waves and the moguls, it is about getting a jump, a thrill, splash and lift.  I can’t hold onto a wave and shouldn’t grip tightly to these stories.

My Dear One is an expert surfer girl.  She is so good that She can surf the highest and lowest wave with me holding on behind Her.  She yells loud and free as I squeal and scream behind.  She giggles and reminds me to open my eyes to this adventure.

Whaaaaahooooooo!