Some days do you get the feeling that it’s time to mix things up? Make a new cake? Challenge the status quo?

Today was one of those days.

I took my sturdiest, shiniest tool to the shore.

I started at the south cove where the wind wasn’t so strong, thinking I’d have the best chance to stir something up without tipping over.

I gave it a go. I watched the fisherman casting his line, as if that might inform the sweep of my arm.

It didn’t have quite the right energy. I wanted more of a ripple.

I sat down, perplexed, and pulled some seaweed out of the blades.

This was going to take more courage, and the right kind of wind.

So I tromped ‘round the bend and a gust of promise said Yes!

I dug in my heels and set the wheel to be ready.

And I waited for just the right moment.

It’s hard to stir up an ocean, but if you start at just the right moment, you have a good chance. It’s that pause between breaths . . . as if high tide needs to sneeze.

A bird friend give me a nod, without making me feel he was watching or judging.

He just showed me how he likes to fly, using the wind as a tool.

Encouraged, I mixed.

And I mixed. And I mixed.

I don’t know if the ocean noticed my efforts. But something shifted inside me.

Energized.
Effervescent.

Yet peaceful. Satisfaction.

Because I took action.

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