So we went to the beach this weekend. What is more natural than the ocean?

I extracted a promise from Daddy to take daughter to the beach this summer. She loves the waves. Daddy worries that it’s dangerous and we must keep our eyes o daughter

At last we were at the ocean. Feet planted firmly on the shore to be safe.

I quickly realized that feet do not plant firmly on sand. It’s part of the magic of the waves. Naked feet burrow into soft sand and my solid foundation isn’t.

For months I have felt a hypersensitivity to slight angles in the floor or even in the soles of my shoes

This perfect beach reminded me that my universe is not inflexible right angles. Repeatedly and reliably it is changing and adjusting.

I suppose that is what surrender is for.