Slaving Waves   It looks like chaos when waves crash and slave against a rock. We cringe at the how painful it must feel to be relentlessly beaten and damaged, weathered down with each tide. It is not, however, this dramatic, violent moment that strikes me – it is the one that follows.  After each explosion of wave onto rock, mist falls at a peaceful slow. Tiny particles of rock - soon to be cast away - are suspended mid air, offered up as a pending sacrifice to future creation. They are received. The wave then gently recedes to reveal the rock in its new, polished form. Like a sculptor.     Crash then calm. And in great destruction, comes great renewal.
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