The ocean was a big part of my life growing up in Southern California. I was either on the water, in the water, under the water, or near the water. I learned early about the importance of the tide.
The tide rises and falls because of the moon’s gravitational pull of the water as the earth spins and the moon revolves around it. A rising tide creates different dynamics than a falling tide. High-tide and low-tide can bring stark contrasts.
There were times when everything was right but the tide. It was high when we wanted it to be low or low when we wanted it to be high. There were times when the stars aligned, literally, and the tide was just right to create the ideal setup.
What was always certain, no matter where the tide was at the time, was that it would soon change. It wasn’t fixed. It was always moving in a cycle of ebb and flow. What went out came back in. What came in went back out. Sometimes it reached higher, breaking the old watermark. Sometimes it receded lower, exposing rarely seen elements.
There is, of course, a tide in your life. Not quite as trackable, definitely not as predictable, but no less cyclical. It rises and it falls and rises again.