The Undertoad

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.”

~ Rumi

Facing the vast and powerfully dark depths of the ocean, I imagine her as not being composed of individual water molecules, jellyfish, whales, seashells and sand, but as one thing — the ocean. Yet, she is much more than that! Just like you! You are much more than your organs and bones, wrapped up like a burrito, in a white, yellow, or blue tortilla.

Standing there at sunrise, my feet firmly on sand, the “undertoad” comes in with the white foamy surf. John Irving was the first to give the undertow its amphibious moniker, and when I first read it as a kid I laughed and said to myself, “that is fucking perfect.” (His new book is called The Last Chairlift and came out in 2023) The water rushes up and around and through me as the sand gets pulled out like a rug beneath my feet! Like life, time comes and goes. The Sun continues its rise after she winks on the horizon, almost as if to say, “you’re never gonna believe this, but here we are again. It’s a new day!”

HVA

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