December, 21 2026

It isn’t the giant tidal wave that scares me, the one that happens rarely, that signals an oncoming tsunami. It is the gentle whisper of intuition that causes ripples and real change, that 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 the entire sea.

            So, I cling to the flow, the current and let the water float me around as it should. This is the way it should be. I should have enough faith in the Universe to float and to trust.

It is a delectable feeling, surrender. It is a home, being immersed in my natural element. The world sweeps me away slowly, softly, gently as 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 strength, of diving headfirst into unknown waters so that I could be labeled 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