The tide goes out not to abandon us, but to make space.
Trust the rhythm. It always returns.
When the Tide Goes Out
There’s an old axiom:
“The tide goes in, the tide goes out.”
And nothing reflects the rhythm of life more honestly than that.
When the tide is in, it’s easy to feel safe. Full. Joyful. There’s movement, flow, abundance. It feels like things are working. We must be doing something right.
But when the tide goes out, we panic. We assume we broke it.
We wonder what we did wrong.
We try to hustle our way back to high tide.
But the truth is—the tide going out is not failure. It’s not punishment.
It’s just rhythm. Sacred, universal, built into the design of the entire cosmos. The pull-back is part of the return.
Last night, I woke up multiple times. Restless. Unsettled.
And instead of resisting it—or blaming myself for “not sleeping right”—I listened.
I reframed.
I let those wake-ups be soul-messages.
I let the outward tide carry something new in.
And what I woke up with?
Clarity. Energy. Peace.
The tide had gone out to make space for something better to wash in.
So maybe the question isn’t “What did I do wrong?”
Maybe it’s:
“What am I being given space to learn, feel, or hear right now?”
That’s what I see when I look at this painting of mine—the one with the shifting shoreline, the hush of seafoam pulling away.
It reminds me that there’s beauty in the in-between.
There’s wisdom in the pause.
The tide always comes back.
Let it.
That was lovely. Utterly Beautiful, the words and the picture. Thank you.