December, 21 2026

It isn’t the giant tidal wave, the one that happens rarely, that signals an oncoming tsunami that scares me. It is the gentle whisper of intuition that causes ripples and real change, and it has me clutching the white poodle in my lap like a pillow. 

            I once believed all the power of the ocean lay in the largest waves, and now I am eager to step into the foamy waters at the sea’s edge because I know the truth. I don’t have to be fully immersed in the water to experience its majesty and its wisdom. A drop of water could be just as healing as an entire sea.

            I am clinging to the flow now, letting the water drag me around as it should, the way it is when I have enough faith in the Universe to float and to trust. It is a delectable feeling, one of complete surrender to my natural element. I am sweeping myself away slowly, softly, gently. The salt water chips away at the large, column-sized guards around my heart, piece by piece, until I feel peaceful enough to let go.

            I feel as if I have waited a lifetime to release the burden of diving into unknown waters so I could be labeled as brave. I am always brave whenever I recognize the miracle that life is in itself and the fact that I am living in it.

            What a lie it is to follow an idea rather than your own intuition.

            I know who I am.

            I just need to be still and remember.

With care and attention—

Nicole Asbjorn