All in Water
Oh extreme beaching! How I love thee. My almost daily bibliophilic excursions offer a euphoric season of full body, mind, heart pleasure next to my bigLake. To end this practice is the most painful marker of change every September. And 2020 is no ordinary year.
Thanks to a decade plus of dedication to my writing life, I now understand timing, materials needed, and spaces that serve my craft best. Ultimately it’s the balance between absence and presence. Slow Love Lake Superior is what I call the approach to loving the person/ people/places/practices I do ‘slowly and with quiet, steady pleasure’.
I fell in love with Manatee watching during a birthstate (Florida) visit last month. Here are a few tastes of that sensual watery beast of calm via live cams. Manatee “season” runs Nov 15 - Mar 31. Feels only fitting to give this month’s post to these examples of pure, magical, ocean pleasure. Who needs sports, or concerts, or restaurants…
I’ve finally admitted to myself- I’m the bigLake’s bitch. Every year I ride her wild ride and keep coming back for more. The bigLake doesn’t take no for an answer and I love said water for such demanding audacity. The bigLake pronounces, “I’m your number one and nothing else is worth your attention.” I smile and nod, smile and nod. Move closer, dip my hand through her wet. Almost twenty years in, I’m still completely enamored.