I live very near the white caps of the Atlantic Ocean, a mile from a great beach, and in this context, a thought occurred to me this morning. I wanted to share the image with you. A good friend surfs almost every day. And pondering that sparked a realization.

Most of surfing is floating and waiting for the next good wave. Maybe that's a metaphor. Much of life may be in some sense a version of floating and waiting, on some level, for the next good wave. We need to let many ripples pass that may not be quite right for us. And the wait that results should not be viewed as an interruption, a lack or gap, but an essential part of it all. Many of us with images and visions of good rides, eager to get up on the board, need to learn to enjoy the float and the wait as being every bit as much a part of the essence of it all as the flow of a great ride.