From a Pool’s World

Fall 2023

It’s a quiet evening. The moon is not due until way after midnight. We arrive at the big pool of mineral water. There are several friends sitting and laying about comfortably. Some are ghostly orange nude figures in the fire light. The white grey bodies are better hidden, submerged in the glistening basalt black waters. Earlier, I bumped into a fellow invisible soaker, who unbeknownst, lay next to me, resting in the dark.

We are ready to dip. We are actually still ready after a pair of days. We haven’t been anything but wholly naked since before we arrived. At this time, the warmer days, grace us with lovely nights. The air is a similar temperature to the waters themselves. It is comforting warm bath.

There has been absolutely no need to cover, whether walking amongst shady trees, or across lush desert, to dine with friends, pluck music from guitars and drums, or slipping easily in and out of the pools,. We have found only delight, being constantly fully bared to it all and accepted and loved by our peers. Feeling loved also describes the sensuality of the mother Earth in all of her ways.

These are dark skies far from large cities. Our skies tonight are a rich deep blue. Our necks stretch back and jaws fall naturally, as we follow the massive cloudy Milky Way across the sky. We’re blessed with a big pool filled with mineral water and slip in, not too hot, nor too cold.  

DF points out near the horizon. The descending Big Dipper looks as though it is scooping up a range of mountains.

Friends talk. There is to be a meteor shower out of Draco. The constellation has been identified. We are watching, patiently waiting for a celestial treat. The sightings are weak, short and few, but I turn to the wrong part of the sky and one streaks across it with a long trail.

I once sat here scanning the skies with transpersonal energies, when I found the sensations coming back at me. I identified it as the Pleiades constellation, the Seven Sisters. I’ve tried that again and again. It is as if I’m communicating with something out there. Tonight, I’m after the same, as I search for the minute grouping. I stray away from the boathouse and it comes into view. As I retreat out into the deeper depths of the pond, it rises.

Voices dim, as does the firelight, as I stride deeper and deeper across the pool. It is dark, heads bob as shadows. DF and I mischievously attempt a childish sneak-up on a pair of heads bobbing in the pool amongst their ripples. We are found out and foiled all too quickly.

In dark waters, there is the exploration using only skin and touch with an entire body. This isn’t a lake, or an ocean, each step is trusted. We feel very safe, no startling surprises shall be found, only orientation.

I speak with a friend and then alone, I float downstream further. I dance in the thick substance; a slight bodily push makes me spin around, as I look into the various perspectives of the heavens. I continue to slowly spin and watch in all directions, even downward at the stars in reflections.  I gaze at starlight, constellations, and then a small wispy cloud passes by.

I feel the water flow over my body, but more acute are the waves of body hair swishing like grass does in the wind. I dance in this moment of sensation, alone, yet one with a universe.

The wind picks up, the surface ripples and small cool waves are lapping across warm water. I’m protected in the healing waters. I’m in a calm warm liquid world and above my neck there is another more intense disruptive one. Above, trees rustle, wind comes and goes. I slowly raise hands out of the dark depths and catch it, grasping its chill.

I hear wind howling and that’s all that is here to hear. Yet as gusts shake trees, I sit in calm with warm comfort all over my body. Every part of the body gently floats, sags, or hangs, massaged and pulled by the liquid force. It’s an earthy soothing quality. My eyes, above in another world, can see. In a brief moment, there is a falling star.

For a while, I stand up to my neck in the warm broth. I make a stretch, wider, longer, with grace. It becomes a series of yoga poses. In a warrior pose, I shift back and forth. I discover that my arm can stretch out behind me to grasp my toes on the end of a lifted leg. I contort with glee. I try an aquatic Tai Chi. Balance is so much easier. There is little of that careful awareness to achieve balance, as in gravity and air. I call it Tai Cheat. No clothing is in the way, there is only mineral charged water whose resistance is helpful.

In the morning, my eyes open in the uncovered net tent. The trees above are filled with the first morning light, golden-orange, aglow. There, in the turquoise opening straight above, half of the moon shines brightly down at me. I feel like an omen has just told me how great a day this will be.

I throw off the down covers to grasp the morning air and feel it bathe me, nature blessing my skin everywhere. After quenching a thirst with water, I take off into the greater pool, swimming, a frog kick, or sometimes a gentile side stroke. I’m listening to birds chirp as I stroke through the calm waters, watching my ripples and feeling everything in this body. Reflections of dark green trees line my path.

I reach the underwater stairs in the shadows and sit quietly to rest, to just stop, breathe and realize just how lucky I am today.

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