It’s so bumpy
And we are bruised as we bounce around
Banging knees and arms
And even sometimes heads
or hearts
Knocking into each other and all the things around us as we go
It is almost never smooth sailing, as they say
Though there are times of tranquility
On these rough seas
Sometimes they seems to be made of more storm than water
But oh how the journey takes my breath away
The stormy sea and sky
The heat and the spray
The blood and the bruises
The thrill and adventure of being alive together
Leaning into the wild and true
Discovering over and over the magic of it
Finding out in the end that the only real safe harbor is found in the wild of the tempest
together
