Sitting by a Creek

I wake up naked in the morning air of the forest, near its stream. There has been pressure, the tension of a list that needs to get done, the obligations.

I begin to walk, noticing the clarity of the air as I breathe. I take first steps. The ground is still moist, the silt on it comforts my naked feet. It is firm, soft, alerting them to the sensuality, grounding me, a gift greeting me. I sense a belonging in this.

The stream flows before me, reflecting the expanse of trees and sky.

The whole of this body of mine is grasped by the flood of gentle warmth, as I step into rays of sunlight. They glisten on the water’s surface, shining like diamonds with the gentle movement.

With little effort, the water passes, free of resistance.

I step down, intent not to disturb the rich green blades and moss that have gathered along the edge of this creek. Instead, my foot meets the hard stone surfaces. 

Here lays bedrock, having been uncovered and smoothed by the passing of millennia. The shapes and texture show the changing ebb and pace of the water in time. Even a rock goes with the flow and records the liquid’s lessons in reflection.

I sit down on the rock surface, both of us bare and shaped by existence. I am attuned to the plethora of sensations that I’m experiencing.

The water level is just below my perch, where the stone slopes into the creek. My hand experiences a refreshing temperature, as it submerges from air to liquid. I feel its resistance to the push of the flow. I remove it and then I sit still.

I match my breathing to the rhythm of the spring’s calm, yet busy vibration. I take the cue to be more fluid, to loosen. Just as sediment and sand settle on the bottom, I feel my body similarly relaxing. All of that anxiety and restlessness begins to fall away. 

More in the freedom from tension, I unwind from the pressure that had been consuming me. I’m here now.

When stress and worry tell me to push through, I remember the water’s wisdom. I can move with increasing ease. I remember that I can go with the flow instead of resisting it. I sit in this essential naked body, feeling it breathe.

I’ve taken something from a “Daily Word” prayer, which took a notion from Psalm 37:7 in the Bible. I then wrapped my own life and sense around it. Not all mine, I just want to share something meaningful.

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