The Rock and the Wave

Come a bit closer... the rock and the wave again. Pulling certain sections of this image into isolation, it's hard to tell which is which.

Rock and wave. Something about each gives the other its purpose, but I've often wondered–when feeling like a breaker that crashes against the cliff, or alternatively feeling the breaker thundering over my being–how this relationship can exist at all. There's so much tension in it, but so much poise at the same time. Is that right?

I relate to the behavior of both, and appreciate what one gives the other. I hate the pain of the crash, but love the grace in discovering how to move with the force. The one requires the other in order to exist as it does.

Keep watching, keep feeling. Are you the rock or the wave?


{Today's soundtrack: The Freelance Hellraiser - Waiting for Clearance}