submersion and change

some kind of late blooms

The truth is I haven’t been writing. Mostly I have been unpacking boxes, arranging how to make a life in a new work places from the second my eyes open. Oftentimes I get started before I wake with the stirrings of how to make it all come together.

I thought this morning about all the things that want and need to pressed forward. I ate a banana. And remembered the feeling of getting in the river a few weeks ago. I was in bad mood, tired, deflated in that end of virus way, there was a wasp that kept landing on my lunch, somehow we had picked a spot where the people across were playing loud music with their boombox.

I hated it.

And then I put my body in cool water. I was somewhere else. I could float. It was enveloping.

It was that kind of thing where a moment of beauty where the beauty softens everything.

I got out and could feel other things. Warm rocks. Happy kids, wet and ridiculous. Blackberries. Mallards swimming in the middle of the bathers. I was okay, maybe even delighted.

And this morning I am writing about it because…I hope for that for you. For me. For all of us really. To step into sublime and to let ourselves step.

….warm sun…oak leaves

…the last of the elderberries….

…the morning ride home with fog and a great radio show as companions…