June 12 – Water Rising
June 19 – Heron on Dock Island
July 17 – Peak Drowning
August 18 – Above Board
The Dock Has Risen
And So Have I
Sometimes I am like the heron – fiercely self-reliant. I walk towards my destination with deliberate, steady steps.
Through much of the summer I was more like the submerged dock, visibly losing pieces despite zip ties and a cinderblock weight.
As hell and high water receded, I stand on solid ground embracing the spirit of Wabi-Sabi. Like the Japanese artform in which cracked pottery is repaired with gold, I have emerged from near drowning stronger than ever.
I cartwheeled and sang through my tears. I untangled myself through webs of depression, and washed off a history of carrying shame on behalf of other people.
Mostly I am the same. I stay driven by the mottos of home and my alma matter: Forward. Fearless.
Forward. Fearless.