Changing Tides

Have you ever sat and watched the tides of the ocean? They are so peaceful and rhythmic just like a finely tuned instrument. Many enjoy their beauty and satisfaction as a quench for a thirsty vessel. Sometimes the tide seems to swallow up and spit out again, sometimes it seems to hide things completely.My life seems to be changing in so many directions lately, one minute I am a child and the next I am a wife and mother, laden with responsibility. Some days I see myself as an old woman wandering aimlessly in this giant bubble we call the universe.

I see a road before me , but it seems so far away and then I look back and see the roads behind me and the road before is not so far away after all. Just like the tides I arise and fill my rhythmic day, then I quiet down at night for what  I hope to be a restful sleep. Somewhere in the midst of all this I will meet a thirsty soul and hope to offer a drink of refreshing water. The tides of change are ever so prevalent lately. As I journey along the sites are ever changing as is something within my soul. I am as  a masterpiece of a fine painting which is a work in progress.  The tide is the paint and the earth is the canvas. The master holds the brush and somewhere in between, there am I waiting for that perfect place in all of this.