There is magic in water. It is life-giving and taking. It washes us clean both physically and spiritually. We consume, immerse, bend, play, collect, rearrange, covet, and transport our water. We have a very special connection with this liquid. It is part of us, literally.
I love the water, open oceans, sprays from a sprinkler, warm showers, rain from the heavens, but most of all, the cooling waters of a swimming pool. I have maintained a swimming pool of some sort for the last fifteen summers. I have loving established a small wading pool for my toddler to cool off in during our muggy, hot August days together. I have graduated all the way up to a 5,000 gallon above ground back yard pool, where you must keep PH, alkalinity, and chlorine levels at a precise amount. Dutifully changing filters, skimming leaves, refilling water after a wild splashing party. I find my focus on the perfection of the crystal H2O distracts me from my general dislike of summer.
My favorite treat in the winter is a dip in an indoor pool. Letting the chlorinated vapors saturate my sense of smell, the warmth of the pool consuming my body in a truly warming embrace. I use the stairs to ritually step on to the first of the concrete slabs to my ultimate relaxation. The water gently caressing my toes, my ankles, my knees, and waist, until I dive under to feel the weightlessness of my watery delight.
Water is also a focal point for my meditations. I love the varied colors of water in nature, muddy brown with green tinges to light aquamarine, reflecting to the sky above. I imagine the rapids of a cold river, quiet tropical coves of salt water, expanses of natural and man-made lakes, water trickling down a fountain, cascades of water falling to pools below splashing noisily. My mind seems to focus and relax, calm transcends my spirit. Find your focal point and put your winter toes in summer water.