Living Life Like Water

  
I've always thought water was wonderful, but my granddaughter wrote an essay about water that gave me yet another perspective.  Water shows us how to live life - if we are clever enough.  Water embraces contradictions.  Think of a lovely babbling brook as it gurgles its way along.  It gently flows, sometimes gathering speed and racing along on its long voyage out to the sea.  Except for the heavy hand of humans that intentionally or unintentionally cause it to dry up completely, it is water's nature to just keep going on -- whether above or underground, determined to reach its destination.  It is patient and makes whatever adjustments are necessary to get where it wants to go.


Water is not only persistent, but also very creative.  Just look at the Grand Canyon for proof of the artistic power of water.  Water can also change its state from eons-old ice to steam rising from hot springs.  It is soothing to thirst, but maniacally destructive of everything in its way in the form of a tsunami or a flood.  Whatever you can say about water is also true in the opposite.


Why are we attracted to watching salty waves crashing upon rocks or sandy beaches?   We return time and again to be in their majestic presence.  Water's gymnastic antics entertain us for endless hours without us even getting wet.  Many CDs for meditation include the sounds of water that either soothe the soul or lull us to sleep.  Almost always, fancy hotels have a fountain out front to greet guests.  The highest level of water entertainment in front of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas thrills spectators with  how graceful and rhythmic dancing  spurts of water can be.


While laying by a creek near my home and listening to its music, I thought of all the things water can be.  And then I remembered that our human bodies are mostly water and that we are a part of nature.  As my ears listened, my imagination wondered what the burbling creek could be saying.  And then I wanted to join the water.  I wanted to have the grace and gentleness of water, the persistence and determination of water, the strength of ice, the freedom of steam, the rhythm of a dancing fountain, and the power of waves in the sea.  I wanted to feel the fish tickling me and be able to flow in and around beautiful coral reefs.  I wanted to dance with mammoth whales and play with sea lions.


I mentally slipped into the creek and joined the water.  My human form was no longer imprisoned by arms, legs, a head.  Instead, I undulated over and around rocks -- and traveled onward.
Suellen Zima
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Sun, Sand and Sex

It’s hard to resist the allure of the sun.  In the early morning its rays beckon me to come to the beach, following my Adonis just as dawn announced itself, first with pink, then buttery orange colors.  The slim sickle of the moon is disappearing, giving way to another hot day.
The air is full of smells, more pungent in the early hours of the day, of seaweed and little critters that lay scattered on the silvery sand, stranded over night by the receding tide.  Sea gulls start their morning feed, parading down the beach in search of fish bits and sand fleas.
The chosen spot on the sand, flattened by our bodies, now feels smooth and warm under us.  I stretch my exhausted limbs and reach for the tanned man beside me.  His hands run the length of my body, caressing my curves, and placing one on my breast.  His fingers feel the line of my lips, nose, and eyes.  He places two featherweight kisses on my eyelids.
I open one lid, blinking against the sunlight.  Waves are crashing on shore.  Content with the world, I close my eye again.  I don’t want to come back.
But it wasn’t the ocean; it was the rain outside that was banging on the windowpane.  Drops splattered from the roof onto the windowsill.  The room felt chilly and the only aromas permeating were those of Patrick frying bacon and eggs in the kitchen.  I crawled out from my duvet.
The actual coastline was sunken in autumn fog.  The seagulls had taken cover out of sight.  Below my window, people in the little estate got in their cars to go to work.  Reality was waking up.
(Excerpt from : Next Time Lucky) 

Siggy Buckley

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