Ocean Flows and Ocean Storms

I put that (above) little poem-ocean-photo together the summer of 2016 while I was on retreat/vacation up in the Pacific Northwest. It was sunset on a Friday evening, and I was sitting at a patio of a tiny pizza shop among the green trees far from anywhere.

All around me, locals were chit chatting and relaxing while I happily tippy-typed away on my Macbook. The waitresses were so concerned! Was I OK? Did I need anything? (Why was I all alone and with a computer?)

I was fine. I was feeling expansive and happy, and rather ocean-in-a-drop-like while I posted that little photo on behalf of my job back home. Yummy pizza too, ahhhh. Mmm.

My job at the time was for a mindfulness education start-up teaching children mindfulness skills (with storytelling and theater games), and one of my tasks was managing our social media accounts. Sounds so lovely, doesn’t it?

Toil and Trouble

Well . . . the week before vacation, I had posted this photo (below). See if you can spot the subtle mood difference, haha!

I've had a lot of trouble in my life. Some of which actually happened.

Let it come. Let it be. Let it go.

Our company magnets said, “Let it come. Let it be. Let it go,” and I did try. Parts of my job were so creative and fulfilling (as teaching can be!), and some parts were so discouraging (as working for a start-up without the funds to pay you enough to pay your bills can be).

Beauty

For two years we all made it work! Somehow, with side jobs (many side jobs) and credit cards, supportive partners, sweat, effort, love, and hope, we managed to keep the company and ourselves afloat! (And, even today, with our fearless founder still at the helm, the project continues on, albeit in a much smaller form.)

. . . So much passion and creativity and love poured in.

. . . So many children, teachers, parents, classrooms, administrators, and schools supported, inspired, encouraged, uplifted, comforted with the tools of mindfulness, compassion, self-compassion, and self-inquiry.

. . . So many beautiful seeds planted. 🌰

Impermanence

And then my job dissolved. Ocean waves came, and ocean waves went. And now I’m in a different job, and I do not go and teach mindfulness to children. But I do watch my own mind (a lot). And sometimes I think maybe, just maybe, I am teaching mindfulness to myself. πŸ™‚

Everything is always changing.

What will happen next?

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

πŸ’™πŸ¦‹πŸ’™