Lazy hot summer nights, a pond, fishing, fate, love. It was beautiful, really. Its not on this blog, but on a different platform.
Its still one of my favorite things I have ever written. I reread it to send to a friend recently and I nearly teared up just reading it.
Tonight, I found myself at that same pond, looking at the dock that was so prominent in the story. Its different than when those memories were created. There has been almost 15 years of weather - including some significant storms, growth, change and yet there is something timeless about that spot.
As I was standing there in the cool early June evening I watched the life on top of the water, below the water and I thought of the water itself.
I felt a kinship. I am that body of water, not literally, but metaphorically. (Bear with me, here.)
That pond, as long as I have been alive, has never been dry. For me, the water in that pond is like the love that I have in me. Sometimes its ready to burst at the seams and it overflows a little. Sometimes, the level is significantly lower - but not so low that life stops. There is a "normal" level and its not too much but not too little either. Tonight, when I visited, the level is high. There's supposed to be rain this week, so maybe it'll overflow a little.
Inside that pond, there is a lot of life. From fish (I saw mostly bluegill tonight) to snakes, frogs and probably some turtles too. There is a parallel here between souls and ponds... maybe its just my soul, but here you go: The fish are the sustenance, the constant, right? They can't go anywhere else. The snakes are the slithery bad thoughts, the things that keep me up at night and the dark shadows that race in and out of my life: the doubt. I didn't treat this patient right, I loved too much, I am overwhelming as a person. Some doubt is a good thing, but I mean, lets hope there is not a huge infestation of snakes in this pond! (I've seen only 2 at one time and it was last week.) The frogs, the happy parts of the journey, the songs of the soul, singing their own song, there to entertain themselves and whoever might want to listen. And sure, sometimes they are eaten by the snakes, the doubts, but still, those that are left will sing and sing and sing. Especially since its early summer! The turtles, they are your friends, slowly making the rounds, coming for a visit but then leaving again. Its ok, you have all that you need within you, but those turtles, they make life more interesting.
But the last thing that I noticed tonight at that pond was the water striders skimming along the surface, making these small ripples but not REALLY breaking the surface. Do you know what those water striders are like? They are the things that give you goosebumps, where when someone or something touches you, you feel it all the way to your soul.
Its just a pond, right?
Nah, its life.
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