Saturday mornings I rise early, sometimes with the sun, pack the dogs up in my car and take off for the beach. I walk the shores, laying life’s problems on the power which created this amazing ocean. I ponder my days already passed while my worries rise and fall with the crashing waves. I wonder what will happen to my loved ones who suffer from disappointment and trial and I feel lost to solve their plight. I’m lost for words, lost for grand solutions, lost to know what my role is and feel so powerless.
Today there were grand waves; so amazingly perfect, so amazingly large an inspiring example of power in motion. Brinkley loves to ride the waves. She’s my “surfer dog”. She leaps breast forward and hits the breaking swell head on. 
She positions herself perfectly in rhythm with the swell and she fluidly rides to the shore.
At times, with the oceans unpredictably, Brinkley’s overtaken by a giant frothy swell. For a moment, she’s gone, enveloped by turbulent foam. It takes my breath away, but then I look again and I see this nose torpedo straight up for air. There she is, knowing that the most important thing is to dog paddle and “breath.”
Have you been knocked over by an unexpected swell, or storm? Sometimes all we can do is rid the wave, tumble , dog paddle and keep our nose high. We have to be like Brinkley who instinctively knows what to do. Trust the shore will soon be beneath your feet, keep treading water and keep that nose up and ….
B R E A T H!
