the ebb and flow, the give and take, the highs and lows — back and forth, again and again — continuously fighting for stability and order.

it’s a cosmic balancing act of sorts — always contriving, crafting, equilibrating, and then, sometimes, the darkness gets the better of me, and i wonder if maybe that’s not it at all.

maybe it’s all just a random dance and i’m the one fighting to see the patterns in the noise, to hear the music in the static, because, let’s face it, the alternative is harrowing.

sometimes the darkness gets the best of me, but it’s weekends like my last, with their more-than-coincidental convergence of events and people and loves and losses, that make it impossibly difficult to ignore the current running through everything.  a simple truth delicately woven into the passing moments, speaking louder than the noise and the static — one of balance and order.

and that brings me peace.

i try to find some balance in the mix, to temper the lows with the highs, the goodbyes with the hellos, and the introspection with a little reckless abandon.  i’m usually successful.  and as a result, i usually love december in all it’s mixed glory.

this december is no different.  sure, there is work to be done, there are goodbyes to be said, and there are resolutions to be reached, but the wheels are already turning.  the annual cleanse is beginning and i know that there are always a few golden moments of peace waiting for me just before the dawn.

the ebb and flow, the give and take, the highs and lows — back and forth, again and again — continuously fighting for stability and order.

it’s a cosmic balancing act of sorts — always contriving, crafting, equilibrating, and then, sometimes, the darkness gets the better of me, and i wonder if maybe that’s not it at all.

maybe it’s all just a random dance and i’m the one fighting to see the patterns in the noise, to hear the music in the static, because, let’s face it, the alternative is harrowing.

sometimes the darkness gets the best of me, but it’s weekends like my last, with their more-than-coincidental convergence of events and people and loves and losses, that make it impossibly difficult to ignore the current running through everything.  a simple truth delicately woven into the passing moments, speaking louder than the noise and the static — one of balance and order.

and that brings me peace.

goodbye to deadlines and proposals, commutes and traffic, meetings and conference calls.

hello to laughter and sandy beaches, late nights and bike rides, boardwalks and seagulls.

every year, i return to the shore, along with my family, to relax and recharge, to listen as the sea shares her secrets with me.  every year, it’s something different i find, and yet it’s always exactly what i need.

this year, i think it’s peace i seek.  a little bit of sacred, golden peace — plucked from setting suns and salty breezes and sand dunes.

enough to sustain and enough to share.

my gift from the sea.

i try to find some balance in the mix, to temper the lows with the highs, the goodbyes with the hellos, and the introspection with a little reckless abandon.  i’m usually successful.  and as a result, i usually love december in all it’s mixed glory.

this december is no different.  sure, there is work to be done, there are goodbyes to be said, and there are resolutions to be reached, but the wheels are already turning.  the annual cleanse is beginning and i know that there are always a few golden moments of peace waiting for me just before the dawn.