Life Comes In Waves

For several years in my forties, I swam in the ocean each morning. The water was cold when we dove into the Bay and often times it would take a while before my strokes would find the rhythm of the waves in order that I wouldn’t swallow too much water whenever I turned my thermal cap covered head to take a breath as I watched the city lights in the dawn of early morning.This past week has been full. We went to our daughter's and son's gathering in Texas, where over 1000 people gathered for Confluence, and yesterday I sat with my sister through her 4-plus hour appointment for her first chemotherapy infusion.Listen in as we explore just how our job is to ride the waves of life.Thank you for being here; you matter.I am offering sessions on Tuesday mornings. If you want an elder to hold space for you and reflect on your amazingness, sign up on my website. I am always happy to hear from you.You can reach me at [email protected], and I will reply. Additionally, if you would like to order my book directly from me, I am happy to send you a signed copy. Please email me, and I’ll send it to you. ($15 plus shipping)If you know of anyone who might benefit from listening in, share a link to an episode with them; in other words, be an invitation to join us. Get full access to Terces’s Substack at engelhart.substack.com/subscribe