Drowning reached for me at four. My father's muscle was no match for the Pacific wave that tore me from his grasp.
I thrashed, gasped & struggled until suddenly, as if realizing the power of the sea against a child, I surrendered. In that moment, a preternatural Peace overcame me.
Approaching unconsciousness my dad's hand, God in the Sistine Chapel painting, reached down & returned me to life.
"You're okay," he reassured. "Yes," I sputtered.
But, I was better than okay. I had not yet seen the white light that near-death survivors describe but came close enough to sense this truth: We find peace by letting go. We only experience God through surrender.
Naturally, I forget that wisdom repeatedly during struggles for success.
As my body moves from near-death to actual, that childhood experience looms. Click on the link for a meditation created to suggest those moments & to bring you peace. (1946 footage of dad & me by my mother.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnIHcNufeLI
-Erie Chapman
Photoart: "Peaceful Sea" by erie 2016
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