Several years I saw this sign on the Oregon coast. If you’re not familiar with the northwest part of the U.S., the beaches are stunning, but not warm-lay-out-in-the-sun kind of beaches.
This is my life translation.
For your safety … be aware … of life hazards … of unusually high (Sneaker) waves of emotion.
It’s those dang sneaker waves that get you, right? I’m sure you’ve had them too. For me, at times of transition my sneaker waves tend to be most sneaky when I’m in transportation. Put me in a car alone and the tears just roll. Can I tell you how many times the final fall I was in Beijing and I knew it was my final fall, but it wasn’t public, that the tears started flowing as I walked home from Zumba. Everyone in the park, I’m sorry! I was the weird weepy foreigner. Thank you for looking away.
My predominant sneaker emotion is sadness, and might be yours as well. But if you have sneaker waves of annoyance, confusion, or others forms, don’t be surprised. They are called sneaker for a reason, they are sneaky!
Sneaker waves have been showing up in odd places these days and not as frequently as I thought they would. Cereal boxes, ball point pens, Dad’s voice on the answering machine.
WHOOSH! And an ordinary reaching for a mug becomes a walk down memory lane. The mug I got when I visited the Episcopalian church? Not just a mug. It’s so tall Dad like to eat his cereal in it and joked he should visit the Episcopalian church to get his own mug he liked it so much.
God is indeed interested in our safety, but sneaker waves are to be expected. The sign at the beach has been helpful to remember that when a wave comes, I’m not crazy, I’m normal. Life is hazardous, yes?! But we have not been left alone or without signs.
When were you last hit with a sneaker wave?