Boreal Waters

By: Julia Postigo-Rombola
Aug. 1, 2020

Once upon a time there was a woman and she smiled.
She had just crawl up onto shore after a long swim.
When had it began raining? She wasn't certain.
Sprawling out on the rock she stretched her limbs, it felt good to use them again. How long had it been since she last swam, really swam?
Months...
Years...
Funny how life slips by faster and faster as one grows. Distractions easily teasing ones attention here and there.

She felt the rain patter on her skin, plick-plick-plick. It felt so good, like 1000 tiny massages falling from the sky. The warm rain soothed her worked muscles.
She felt the wind caress her face, like a mother who hadn't seen her child in so very many years. Caring, loving, tender. Her little body hair reached out for more.
She heard the the leaves sign to her from their tall balconies high above everything else, the adagio delivering the perfect pace to natures melodic masterpiece. The song clearing out her mental clutter until it filled the space and sang through her.
She lay on the Canadian shield, its stored warmth of summer seeping into her bones and banishing the weeks, months, years, of overworked technological distractions. Joints popped and sighed as the contour of her body melted and relaxed.
She smelt the intoxicating bouquet the soft pitter patter unlocked from the mishomis rocks, their's hidden secrets released once again into the atmosphere.
As she inhaled the deep sent of warm summer rain and hot shield rock, that humid tangy scent wove down through her core awakening a slumbering peace locked in her marrow.
The thrum of her heart beat, Lub Thub, fell in tune with the rock,
the lake,
the wind,
and the rain.
Her heart smiled.
What fantastic medicine she thought.
She was home.

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Take the time to remember the magic that surround us everyday. We are from the earth and to the earth we shall return, make sure you take the time to meet her while you journey through as well.

A profound gratitude goes out to Lake Superior for its healing waters. I feel blessed to be able to swim in her crystal clear water. She is still clean and safe. Take a moment to reflect,
What are the bodies of water around you?
Where are they?
Are they healthy or sick?
What can you do to heal them or keep them healthy? Remember we are made of water. Water is life.

Happy August everyone.
Love, Light, and Laughter.

Warmly,
Jules

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I am a teacher and an environmentalist. I am a dyslexic. I have ADHD. This summer I challenged myself to write stories, to practice weaving stories. With hidden barriers, it is a monumental challenge I set for myself. Today I choose to see the side of light. Everything has two sides. Which side will you see. Remember, You are not alone.

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