Today I sit on the marsh side. For such a long time I sat on the ocean side, but today strength and wisdom are coming from time on the marsh side.
During this pause I realize the ocean side dealt with all the turmoil of a tough time. Some days it crashed – angry and hard. Some days it just lay there, soft and quiet, with barely a wave. Other days – cloudy, rainy winter days – it cried my tears.
Today as I walked the shoreline I couldn’t feel any of that. Then I rounded the bend by Scorton Creek and the pull to sit for awhile grabbed me. The marsh side is where it all ends up. The tides come in and go out, but not much changes. There is a sureness and a steadiness about the marsh side. I believe it’s where I go after the battle is done. After the anger has subsided. After the tears have been cried. After the years have gone by. After the lessons have been learned.
And so, as another day goes by, the marsh side is where acceptance and letting go culminate, the marsh side signals an end to the battle. From the marsh side I gain peaceful endings, and…I have written.
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