Na’ama Yehuda writes about Clarity for Sue Vincent’s #WritePrompt for this week’s Thursday prompt. It is beautifully written, philosophic, heartfelt, and deeply meaningful.
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She always went to the beach for a bit of clarity.
The movement of the water on the sand brought her back into her own breath. The rush of energy reminded her of the push of arteries, the pull of veins. The predictably irregular rhythm of the surf reminded her how ebb and flow do not mean that things will be uniform. They’ll come and go. Each unique. Each set its own and inseparable from what flowed forth before and what is following.
She could count on a wave and then another and another, on the rise and fall, the crash and wash, the small detritus that each leaves and yet is part of what had been and what will be and what just is.
Like the muddy, murky, uncertainties of everything.
Where the one thing she could trust was that another wave will come…
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