The
Written Word
Washing
the Day Away
Dropping my
last piece of clothing on a nearby rock I turn and walk into the cool
mountain lake. My bare feet feel the coarse sand, sand that was once
part of the granite peaks that surround the area. My legs feel the
coolness of the water, encircling them. When the water reaches
med-thigh I jump slightly and dive into the waters depths. As close as
possible to the bottom of the lake, I swim deeper into the abyss. I
pull myself through the water feeling it flow close. In a strong fluid
motion it flows past my face, my shoulders, my back, my hips, and my
legs and with this passing water, the trials and tribulations of the
day flow away with it.
Coming to the surface I see and feel the light as my head emerges from the water. Breathing deeply I bend at the waist and dive hard back to the bottom of the lake. This time loosing the last tough pieces of the day that were trying hard to hang on. With the day completely washed away I surface, turn and swim back towards shallower water.
Standing I turn to face the sitting sun. Looking up I arch my back exposing my chest, my soul to the sky in a ritualistic offering of thanks. From my sides I pull water up with my hands and douse my face. I give thanks for what I am doing. I thank the sun, the water and the life that I am living. I'm giddy now I can't hide the ecstasy, nor hold back the smiles. I start diving, swimming and frolicking in the simple, carefree way of a child. I feel like a dolphin should feel, or at least what I think that a dolphin would feel, though I must resemble more of an awkward clumsy olf. This is washing the day away a nightly ritual of giving thanks for who I am. Immersing myself into the water I reunite with my authentic self.
It does not mater where, or what body of water this ritual might take place in, it will become a divine moment, an intensely present moment, a focused relaxing time folded into oneness. I ease my entire
being into these moments and as the rushing water takes my day away my
mind is wiped clean, temporarily unclothed of the negative forces that
try so hard to change us. Every time the body is nourished there exist
the potential for enchantment and sacrament.
Though it is not as intense as the nightly ritual of the lake, I no longer take for granted the time spent in the morning shower. I did for sometime, but I also knew that there was something about standing naked in a hot shower that was good. I was just letting the experience pass by without notice. Now, for a few important moments, I close my eyes and stand quietly in the path of beating stream of water drops and remember the feeling of calmness and serenity of being in the lake. For some reason being naked in the water, any water is a type of rebirth.
What I find in my indulgence of pleasure, thanks and the hedonistic values of getting wet, is the intimacy of sensation, pulling the universe closer where I can touch it, It is also the intolerance of not allowing the pressure of society and negative influences bombard me with what is called normal.
This water indulgence is something that I do for myself, but I also find it to be a very healing and meaningful ritual to share. Water sharing unites people in a way that transports them into sacred indulgence, a moment of naked communication where we fully taste the passing moments of our lives. It is received as a moment of enchantment, putting an end to self-criticizing our bodily forms. Water sharing units the soul with the ecstasy of spiritual bathing. I have gone to the water with many friends, both male and female, both new and old. Uniting at the waters edge, wading into the life giving force of all creatures, immersing your mind, body and spirit together as you dive deep into the waters cleansing quality's you become bounded closer then ever before. There is nothing to hide, nothing to hold back. Together, for a short time, you are interacting as humans should be interacting. There is no fear, no contempt or scrutiny, just a peaceful love.
I am criminalizing an intentional act of nourishing my spirit, my soul and my whole self in an ancient act of indulgence. Like pain, pleasure can function as a delivery system throwing me into my present moment and all that it contains. Rather than isolating whom I am, dissolving any borders and allowing me to concentrate my consciousness and all sensual, and emotional connections to the whole.
Consciousness has a tremendous power. It is what creates our world, which means it can change our world. We can make our world what we want it to be, but first we have to clean ourselves from who are told to be, and become who we want to be.
Coming to the surface I see and feel the light as my head emerges from the water. Breathing deeply I bend at the waist and dive hard back to the bottom of the lake. This time loosing the last tough pieces of the day that were trying hard to hang on. With the day completely washed away I surface, turn and swim back towards shallower water.
Standing I turn to face the sitting sun. Looking up I arch my back exposing my chest, my soul to the sky in a ritualistic offering of thanks. From my sides I pull water up with my hands and douse my face. I give thanks for what I am doing. I thank the sun, the water and the life that I am living. I'm giddy now I can't hide the ecstasy, nor hold back the smiles. I start diving, swimming and frolicking in the simple, carefree way of a child. I feel like a dolphin should feel, or at least what I think that a dolphin would feel, though I must resemble more of an awkward clumsy olf. This is washing the day away a nightly ritual of giving thanks for who I am. Immersing myself into the water I reunite with my authentic self.
It does not mater where, or what body of water this ritual might take place in, it will become a divine moment, an intensely present moment, a focused relaxing time folded into oneness. I ease my entire
being into these moments and as the rushing water takes my day away my
mind is wiped clean, temporarily unclothed of the negative forces that
try so hard to change us. Every time the body is nourished there exist
the potential for enchantment and sacrament.Though it is not as intense as the nightly ritual of the lake, I no longer take for granted the time spent in the morning shower. I did for sometime, but I also knew that there was something about standing naked in a hot shower that was good. I was just letting the experience pass by without notice. Now, for a few important moments, I close my eyes and stand quietly in the path of beating stream of water drops and remember the feeling of calmness and serenity of being in the lake. For some reason being naked in the water, any water is a type of rebirth.
What I find in my indulgence of pleasure, thanks and the hedonistic values of getting wet, is the intimacy of sensation, pulling the universe closer where I can touch it, It is also the intolerance of not allowing the pressure of society and negative influences bombard me with what is called normal.
This water indulgence is something that I do for myself, but I also find it to be a very healing and meaningful ritual to share. Water sharing unites people in a way that transports them into sacred indulgence, a moment of naked communication where we fully taste the passing moments of our lives. It is received as a moment of enchantment, putting an end to self-criticizing our bodily forms. Water sharing units the soul with the ecstasy of spiritual bathing. I have gone to the water with many friends, both male and female, both new and old. Uniting at the waters edge, wading into the life giving force of all creatures, immersing your mind, body and spirit together as you dive deep into the waters cleansing quality's you become bounded closer then ever before. There is nothing to hide, nothing to hold back. Together, for a short time, you are interacting as humans should be interacting. There is no fear, no contempt or scrutiny, just a peaceful love.
I am criminalizing an intentional act of nourishing my spirit, my soul and my whole self in an ancient act of indulgence. Like pain, pleasure can function as a delivery system throwing me into my present moment and all that it contains. Rather than isolating whom I am, dissolving any borders and allowing me to concentrate my consciousness and all sensual, and emotional connections to the whole.
Consciousness has a tremendous power. It is what creates our world, which means it can change our world. We can make our world what we want it to be, but first we have to clean ourselves from who are told to be, and become who we want to be.