On the Verge

I sat in the eddy, on the edge of an outbound tidal flow, anticipating crossing the turbulence and entering the irresistible flow.

Moments like this seem to give me the language for what I feel right now. It is like, right across a very nearby line, there is a whole new set of circumstances, that can only be reached by crossing that line.

I would not have seen that heron rookery empty out if I had not crossed the tidal line. And I had to rely on my boat-mate to make that happen. I had to trust an untrustable man.

Father, you were there. And you will be with me every time I push across a boundary. Help me see the line, now. And more, help me see the path beyond the line. I want, I need to go there with you. Take me to see the herons of the life you have for me.