Air

Lessons learned too late are never really too late, are they? Or maybe I'll tell myself that so I can move forward. Reflections and echos of the past hit in waves, crushing my heart under it's weight. I get choked up on the initial impact, the sucking of air before it hits doesn't always help. I can't expand enough to recover without uncomfortable feelings. If I practiced breathing in my past, would the water seep into my lungs, choking my air passage? If I learned how to be grounded, would the waves knock me down on my ass quite as hard? Not at all? What if I kept standing there, taking hit after hit, sand stinging my legs? What if I let go, allowing the moon to carry me over the sea, just blissfully unaware of the danger lurking under the meniscus? Would being sucked under the current be just as harsh? Is it really all that different to be ignorant compared to not being prepared- neither help you when things hit. I hear what she is saying and it reminds me. I have been her. This is something I went through. What would have helped me to hear? There's nothing. She just needs to go through it. But, not putting attachments to it definitely helps. Recognizing that, fear doesn't need to be justified. Fear often is given a voice and a fire. You can add to it, fuel it and allow it to spread. Or, you can be the cool, gentle water, and just allow it to sizzle and fade to a spiral of smoke. It can just fly into the ether, pulled by the currents of the atmosphere. Take the ash and use it to grow.