Water

I found myself doing something I have often done in the past, but haven't indulged in very much lately.

Recognizing it mostly by the way my bath called to me, I realized how simple and mundane a person I truly am.  In a world with five year plans and retirement planning and all sorts of other planning that is necessary if one wants to live comfortably, I have been just plain lucky.

I have always been good at planning, but just not great about sticking to any one plan.  I am more of a feeler, an experiencer, and my actions generally reflect what feels right in the moment.

Water gives me a focal point, one that appeals to most of my senses.  I love to gaze into it.  I love even more to immerse myself in it when there is nothing else there and that requires either a bath or a pool.

I used to float in my swimming pool at night, gazing up through the little leaf linden at the stars.  It is a primal feeling, one that I have never experienced anywhere else.

To be alone in the arms of spirit . . .