It is a universally acknowledged truth that everything in life is made better by the presence of sunshine…and drinks with umbrellas in them.
Well perhaps not everything but most things.
I am still not a sun-baby…my skin is Irish pale, and it does not like the sun…as evidenced by the fact that there are several patches of bright crimson on my shoulders and hips that I am currently cursing myself for (I’m usually so much better with sunscreen! Thank heavens medical gives out aloe vera for free!)…but water? Water is a whole different story.
I swear the reason that I am often considered the peace-maker in so many situations is because of the fact that I’m such a water child (which is strange, because I’m technically an air sign come to think of it); anyway as my Mum is fond of saying: water finds its own level and supports.
Water cleanses, water carries away…water heals.
Which is a fancy spiritual way of saying that if you put someone like me within a few feet of a swimmable body of water the last you’ll see of me is the splash…
There is an incredible peace that comes with being in the water; when all you can hear is the sea in yoru ears, and your own heart – if you listen closely enough. As I waded into the coral laced surf this afternoon I just looked out at the ocean and spread my arms wide…
Take it Lady…please…take it all…all the stress, all the pressure, all the guilt, all the grief…just please take it…
And because mother nature does, on occasion, listen to Her children…she did…at least for a little while.
Of course, in exchange she gave me sunburn…but I suppose that’s a fair trade…