Every day we can watch the tide. It is low, it is high, it is receding, it is flooding all around us. Sometime long ago I forgot that these are all valid ways for the tide, for life, to be. 

The day I got to LA I could already feel the powerful waves of energy that saturate this place. And it’s been high tide ever since– feelings flooding in of overwhelm, of not belonging here, of being wrong to have come, of being an imposter on this road trip all together. I’ve let the swell of each emotion pull me under, like feeling something one time makes it always true. 

If I could carve out of rocks and water a place for which my soul to reside– no it wouldn’t be Los Angeles. But I’d like to invite less consciousness to evaluating this so incessantly. I did come to LA, and being here has been a lot of things, but a mistake isn’t one of them.

And now at dusk I walk thru the Venice Canals to a wide and empty swath of beach I found. The water is receded and quiet. I can lay down on the cool sand and meditate. It makes me feel like LA, like I, could be something entirely different. 

Moment of Gratitude: Or maybe something that’s been here all along, just waiting for the tide to change.