Movement

The ocean rolls in and out.  Seemingly without change, but little by little, it forces it's way inward and onto the land.  And then, just as slowly, inch by inch, outward, back to the depths.  And when watching it, it doesn't seem like much is changing.  It doesn't seem to matter.  But every time the tide comes in, it provides water and nourishment for those creatures that live along the coastline.  It drops off the dregs of the sea as well as cleaning off the debris that was left.  Every inch is a bit of progress.  Though, none of us would probably even notice.
It's like that in life.  The most significant types of  "movement" happen little by little with seemingly little change.  And yet, over time, it seems like suddenly something big has occurred.  Like children growing.  It is always amazing when they suddenly overtake their parents.  When, little by little, over the years they have been changing and becoming the adults they will be.  It didn't happen overnight, though it often seems so.
Good things and bad things in our lives happen this way too.  Little by little things can get better and little by little, things can get worse.  It depends upon each little decision.  Each desire.  Each hope.  Each experience.  Each moment of faith.  It depends on whether we care enough.  On whether we are courageous enough.
The thing is that movement, genuine movement, takes time.  Generally, people don't love someone one day and hate them the next (or vice versa).  It takes many acts, many minutes, many choices.  But, over time, it adds up to a whole.  And while each little thing might not seem like much, it contributes to the direction of the movement for all time.  Some people become stagnant, not able to make up their minds and head one direction or the other.  In that case, almost without fail, someone else will eventually act and cause them to move one way or the other.
So, keep your eyes open.  See which way you need to be moving and do the things that head you in that direction.  Whether it's joyous or difficult, there is joy in the journey.  There is contentment in doing what you are meant to do.  Just as the ocean rolls in.  And rolls out.  Doing it's job every day.  I want to do that in life.  If my life were the ocean, sometimes all motion would stop while I would decide what direction to go.......even though it's very clear.  Surrendering to that clarity is often more difficult than it seems.  Look carefully.  But, don't be afraid.  You will do what you need to be doing for this season.  The next season might be entirely different.  Movement is the norm.  Change is constant in the whole world.  Guess we should get used to it.
blessings,
rhonda