I am the lake

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”

— Rumi

I’m back from my walk with Bounty on a grey, cool, rainy day.

At first, I didn’t want to go. When I stepped outside, I was underdressed and felt chilled.

On the walk, we saw many people I didn’t know but recognized through our dogs playing. There were also those small, random meetings that happen when you’re out in the world.

I see this older man walking every day. He has a very hard time walking and moves very slowly. I admire that. I always say hi.

This morning, I decided to speak with him a bit more. We exchanged a few words, and I went on my way.

These types of mini-interaction, whether at a coffee shop, dog park, or on my walk, are important. They make me feel human and connected, when I want to be.

We went to the beach and the lake.

It’s not the kind of day for picnics or crowds.

Somewhere along the way, I remembered how much I love walking in this kind of weather.

I love standing on the beach in front of the lake and the waves. They always take my breath away with their beauty, confidence, and fierceness.

The lake feels rebellious and free. I admire that.

I stood there and soaked it in, breathing deeply, letting go of what I don’t want, and calling in more of what I do.

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”— Rumi

I love that saying.

I am not a drop in the lake. I am the entire lake in a drop.

And the lake is always there for me, as I am for me.

I am the master of myself.

I can give myself a break, rest, do what I love, and eat what I’m craving.

I am learning that I hold the whip that berates me and the lock to the chains that bind me.

But I am also learning that I hold the love and care, too.

It’s within me.

When I give myself permission, it’s as if all the parts of me that are there to protect me, and often hold me back, feel my commitment and confidence, step aside, and the gates open.

I arrive with grace, confidence, and pride.

And sometimes, doing a small happy dance. Like the waves meeting the shoreline.

Through walking, I come back to myself.

Meeting myself where I am, rather than where I think I should be.

Today, it is the lake.

I am the lake.