Tag: inspiration
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A little girl sat between the stretched out legs of her mother, their bodies fitting together like a Matryoshka doll. The waves lolled back and forth, rinsing the sand and grit over their skin with each crash. The little girl didn’t dare stand, as she would easily be knocked over. The mother’s legs kept her daughter wedged securely in place even as each wave rocked them slightly.
“Why do the waves keep coming, Mommy?,” the little girl asked. The mother paused for a moment, considering the question. “They can’t help but to keep coming. No one could ever stop them if they tried,” she replied. The mother pondered on this for a long while, as they sat together.
She realized this concept of ever coming, unceasing waves was so akin to what she had learned about life. There was really no way to prevent the events of life from continuing on, good or bad, no matter how much she tried to control them. The only thing she could do was to know more deeply the Creator of the ocean.
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I take a deep breath in and lower myself onto the blanket of grass behind me. I feel the light prickle of the blades on the back of my arms and legs. The sky has a purple hue under the blackness and is freckled with dazzling stars. The full moon casts a lazy, dim glow onto lightly swaying goldenrod around my head. The low bellow of a cow rumbles in the distance, adding to the melody of cicadas moving their legs like tiny field violinists. I try to still the thudding of my anxious heart in my ears, thrumming like an ancient, tribal drum. I force myself to focus on the trickle of the creek beneath me, it’s pattering akin to a nursery rhyme- sweet, soft, soothing. My senses calm for a moment and I close my eyes.
Kacie B. Sharpe 