In the Water, however, all inhibition & timidity vanish. No mater the source (Lake Michigan, Miacomet's stretch of sand and sea, the cool, deep turns along Vermont rivers, warm & unexpected sunshine cloudbursts, turquoise waters pooling at waterfalls' feet) I am in my belly. Water holds. Water is constantly changing & mercurial. Water is languid, fluid & grace. It is then I remember that these brooks, lakes & ocean tides are forever moving through me. I feel at home in the water because they are all within me. Always. I am forever grateful for those words, as they are a constant reminder of my work: to walk each day & be held by my watery Self; to be witness to the sweetness of my Belly.
17 december 2011
Uvita, Costa Rica