|My communion bench.|
I'm sitting under my patio umbrella dripping water through the yard chair and forcing Layla to move from her shady spot under the chair to somewhere not quite so drippy. For a supposedly water-loving dog breed, she hates being wet.
Other than looking at my grandson, this is my new HAPPY PLACE. Especially in the early morning. I have learned that poolside in Texas must be enjoyed before 11am. By Noon it is too hot to be outside, even in the water. Had no idea it could ever be too hot to swim, but in hot weather states it happens.
I wake up in the mornings and hit the ON switch for my coffee and sit outside until I hear it beep that the lovely brown delight is ready for me. Then my coffee and I slip into the water and I sigh in pleasure. Every. Single. Time. Cannot help it.
There is a little ledge or bench at the deep end where I perch while looking at the trees in the tiny forest behind my home. And I sip my coffee. Waiting to wake up. I say hello to God and choose not to think about all the millions of things that worry and bother me.
After a bit I sit my coffee cup on the edge of the pool and I do my laps back and forth from one end to the other in this small pool until my heart is pounding, then I try to do a few more. I also try to see how long I can tread water, building up my time and endurance each day. Treading water with just my arms and then with just my legs...ouch!
Now come the best moments; I lean back and float, staring at the clear blue sky. But my sky is seldom empty. There are two sets of flight pattern above me. The near by airport provides an almost constant path of planes traveling from Dallas to everywhere.
Closer still are the dragonflies. I love floating on my back and watching them watch me. They hover closer and closer, full of curiosity I suppose. Dragonflies live over a year so it could be the same ones visiting me every day, I don't know. I love them. A second one will come and they will fight over me, "No, she's mine!" Who knows, maybe they are making love and not war, which is always preferable.
Out here on the water it feels like my communion time. It seems holy and sacred early in the morning like this. I keep getting back in the water and do not want to get out and join the grown-up world out there. My fingers are wrinkled and still I float and swim back and forth. In the water I am light, flexible and beautiful. I can fly, tumble, splash and dive deep.
It is time to go inside and fry up some bacon and eggs for my Love.
But still I float.
Maybe brunch instead of breakfast today.
I also write in my journal before going in and you just read a page.
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