Just Two Sisters and a River
That time we constructed a legitimate outdoor bathroom and things got Wild.
The water stopped running today,
So I walked down to the creek
and bathed in Paradox.
“Ha!” she said to me… “and you think I would ever stop flowing…”
definitely not in rainy season.
So I plunged into a small pool that the heavy rains formed…
and here I was reminded.
I was reminded of those exquisite memories of another Wild time —
that time my entire family plunged into the Jungle herself.
I was reminded of those consistently mind-reconstructive days,
where one day a Caterpillar hints to you the way down the Rabbit Hole,
another day a Hummingbird flies into your face,
and some other time,
down by the river,
the Water shows you that nothing ever really stops moving;
especially not by the switch of a tap.
It was in those days that two sisters built a bathing oasis in a gnarly Jungle creek.
some smoke and some laughter.
We even had a mirror.
And a shelf.
This place was lucid,
and we certainly don’t have any photos of this because
We were just two sisters in a river — bathing in Magic more than anything else.
The only condition:
to carefully time this wild shower.
Because as the night rolls in,
she is like Thunder.
The Jungle never sleeps, especially not at Night.
There’s a tangible switch in the Rainforest as dusk approaches —
a salutation to the Sun and celebration for the Moon.
At about this time, it’s best you’ve finished that cleanse…
or you might have more company than you expected ;)
As our project matured, we obviously built showers. Still outside, still achingly beautiful …but there’s just something about that Plunge.
Today I was reminded.
Reconsider the Story you know about Water.
Find your Wild places and take the Plunge —
and more than anything,
splash around a little — forget and remember — have fun.