The Right Tide

We went for a drive in the warm sun, chasing sea glass.

It turns out we picked the wrong time, the tide wasn’t in our favour. There were only tiny little pieces here and there, nothing like what we’d hoped for.

One of those quiet reminders that some things can’t be rushed… you just have to meet them at the right moment.

But the drive itself was beautiful. Windows down, warmth on my skin, nowhere urgent to be.

And in that space, my mind wandered.

I thought about something Khalil Gibran once wrote:

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.”

And it stayed with me.

How much of life comes down to that…….the things we don’t say, the words we hold back, the conversations that never quite happen the way they should.

Sometimes I find myself wondering where things went wrong. Replaying moments, questioning if something could have been different.

But the past doesn’t change.

It is what it is.

What lingers more is the silence. The distance.

The things left unsaid.

And the hardest part is how it ripples outward, touching the ones you love most.

That quiet sadness you can’t quite fix, no matter how much you wish you could.

Maybe it’s a bit like the sea glass.

Shaped over time, carried by forces you can’t control, and only visible when the conditions are just right.

We’ll go back again, at the right tide next time.

And maybe, in life too, there are still moments where what’s been lost, or hidden, finds its way back to the surface.

Until then, all you can do is stay open.

Say what matters when you can, and move forward gently.