The Thunder and The Ship

The Thunder and The Ship

July 21, 2015

Yesterday morning I got up, pulled my fictitious surfboard out from under my bed, hopped on and began the ride. Riding the wave of mid life emotions. The water definitely had a good head on it.

These days it seems that if a crack appears and mortar is not near then the nucleus of the egg, being my life, births into a Komodo Dragon rather than a baby chick. For now what I am suggesting to self is that we will have no more cracks in the egg.

My quads are weary and my board has been out so much lately that it barely has time to dry. It is actually getting mildew issues from the dampness of the salt water, and really the alkaline of tears can get to be a bit much on ones face. Remember my board is fictitious.

I drove the highway to a friends place and the waters slowly ebbed. When I left his house, to return home I took my emotions with me, but chose not to ride my board home. I stowed it safely in the back seat.

Driving home last night the skies were slightly over cast. As the evening darkened and I drove on the lightning was off to the left, just over and behind the foothills of The Purcells, Columbia Lake spreading far to the East drenched in the Fairmount Range. As I listened to the music, and meandered along, the travel was lighter and the air had a freshness to it that I had not noticed earlier.

Looking in my rear view mirror I saw the bolts of lightning striking towards the horizon behind me. I found comfort in the deep grey darkness of the stormy night beginning to settle in, the highway laying behind me like a zipper. I was reminded of how dark it can seem at times, and the gifts that our time in the darkness can give us. The rewards returned from persevering through the struggle.

Returning my eyes to the direction home, the night sky was lit the colour of a orange sucker and the clouds were a grey blue. I don't know how to say it, so I will just say it.

There it was...THE STAR TREK ENTERPRISE....lol!

It might sound a bit loose in the skull. But that is what I saw, and it gave me hope. For clarification purposes I would at this time like to say that no I did not actually see the Star Trek Enterprise, there was a ship like shape, made up of clouds. I understand how juvenile, or possibly even cultish this may seem, truly one in the same. Regardless there it was. The Star Trek Enterprise.

Now, how many of you saw me going there…

It can get tough when I feel like I am not contributing in the path that I "thought" I should be. Truly this is myself just being unhealthy, not practising universal acceptance for all that I am. Simply put, feeling sorry for myself for no tangible reason. Rationally I have so much, more than many, less than few.

So there I was licking my wounds. My sun baked and skin, wind chapped, from my day on the board, driving down the highway. As my tires took me towards my bed I was grateful for the reprieve from the constant pressure of self, and there it was.

The Star Trek Enterprise.

A sign in my artistic mind that our species, The Universe is on a path that someday will bring peace to us here on this planet. Seems juvenile and fantasimically cultish. But it is my mind and I allow it to have an artistic slant at times. And yes I do think about these things, peace on this planet, again a juvenile, possibly even some might say, innocence, dripping in ignorance. Those that know me know that none of this is true, but that I do care. We matter to me. The unfortunate truth is that often I might take on a tad to much sense of responsibility; building my reality into an undeserved sense of grandiosity. This grants me permission to flog myself to the point of... well lets just leave it at the surfboard analogy for now. This being a much gentler picture.

It was the reward for riding my board today. For putting up with myself. My Star Trek Enterprise. Hope, that it will all be alright. That our ancestors and our history will culminate in a future that is meant for all.

Now this all being said, as the day drew on and the tides shifted so did my perspective. Sometimes all it takes is a gentle reminder that the next wave is the one that will allow me to find my feet again.

Remember my surfboard is fictitious. Pulling into my parking spot, I pulled my board from the back seat but did not get on it.

It can go back under my bed for now.

If only for a small moment in time, may we stop focusing on our fear of the sharks in the water. We can stand with two feet on the ground for a while and look to our future. One that is full of hope, opportunity, and a place for dreams to be built.

I say we, because I know I am not alone on my ride.

Peace.