I think the best part of nature is being in it, especially when the weather is warm. If nothing else was available to me, I would still wish for water. I love the waves, babbling streams, roaring rapids, still ponds, rhythmic tides. I love to watch it from up high. I love to submerge in it up to my nostrils and watch the surface at eye level. Floating with my ears submerged, silencing the noise of the world, as I meditate on the clouds above is the closest thing to Heaven that I have found on Earth.
I grew up on a lake, during the summers. I was a strong swimmer and spent every moment of my childhood possible in a swimsuit and some sort of water. I taught others to swim, and to respect and love the water. Eventually, I taught my own children to swim and pay homage to the gods of swim. And then when I was 28 years old, I almost drowned in a man-made lake, for no reason whatsoever. It would take five years to trust myself in a large body of water again, and I still have nightmares about that day. But I will always go back to her.
Yesterday was Election Day in the U.S.A. and normally, there would be some results by Wednesday morning – or by the afternoon, at least! True to 2020 fashion, this is not the case this year. I have been bracing myself since 2016 for the results of last night’s voter turnout. I stayed up far too late to find out much too little in the way of information and the future of American politics.
So, I will offer a story.
Technically, this happened yesterday but thinking about it made me smile today, too. I took my youngest son to vote. It was his first time voting in any election, and he was nervous. We got through it, and he beamed when he showed me his “I Voted” sticker. My Mama-heart burst a little.
When I went to vote there were no stickers. But I did get to vote without any of the fear mongering scenarios going down, so I consider that a big win. We went home and sent my husband out to vote. When he returned he teased me about voting for “that other guy” (aka, lies!) and handed me a sticker with a wink.
This memory was nice one considering we had a stupid but cutting argument this morning. He left for appointments and errands, and I rage cleaned the house to distract my ADHD brain. When he finally got home in the early afternoon, he apologized and offered to take me to lunch on a “real date” without other humans. It was fun. I’ve missed my husband, and he has missed me. Babies are great, but at the end of the day you cannot live your life for them any more than you can live your life for a stranger.