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Where The Waters Meet: A Different Way to Engage Conflict

My family and I got to visit Lopez Island in the San Juan Islands last weekend. Somehow, we lucked into the best October weather the Pacific Northwest ever sees. We assumed it would rain the whole time but we got beautiful sunny warm weather. Our family visited Spencer Spit State Park for a few hours and I stumbled upon a pretty cool little spot. This piece of land juts out into the water and almost touches another island. I was able to stand at the end and watch two sets of waves meet. They were flowing opposite directions. I couldn't believe how peaceful and quiet the moment was. Here's a video of it.

As we all continue to figure out how to navigate a world with such polarities and extremes, may new ways of engaging conflict rise to meet us.
Where The Waters Meet

There is a place where one set of waves meet another
You would think they would crash into each other
with their own momentum and route and movement
But they don’t 

Instead, the peaceful energy of one wave
mixes with th…
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