Tonight I took my journal down to the pool to write for a while. It felt so good, just to write about things from my heart. Why don't I write in my journal more often when I know how much it helps? Dusk was falling gently around me as darkness was slowly flowing over the landscape. The only person around was a woman who often sits in a chair on her parch just yards away from the pool fence. Her distant presence was comforting. The water around my feet was like warm bath water as my heart settled into the space created by the silence. After a few pages and quite some time, I put my journal down beside me and slipped into the pool. I was wearing the tan overall shorts my older sister handed down. I only wear them when I just want to be me, when I really don't care what anyone thinks but I just want to be a bit playful or thoughtful on my own. They were very appropriate for tonight.
Floating around the pool under a golden orange moon, I felt God assuring me that everything that is confusing in my life, the things I am struggling to understand or let myself be though I don't understand that person, is okay. To just live it, to let it carry me and that someday, it will make sense, it will be a part of the picture. I think sometimes you just have to let the water carry you.
That time tonight was almost as good as getting a massage from Lisa. Almost. And that's saying a lot.
By the way, tip of the week: Before going into a car wash, make sure you roll the window up all the way. This is important.