Water of Life

Soon day light savings time begins!
Oh, how I love it for various reasons,
one being that
I teach Water Aerobics at the gym.
That's were I meet the wisest elderly ladies; sweet as nectar.
They stem
from another generation.
One of hard workers most of them born at the height of the depression.
Farming, bee-keeping, quilting, God fearing women who teach me so much more
than I could ever teach them.
They make my mornings come alive with their antics and stories.
My weekend begins when I see them Friday mornings and their memories keep
me alive until I see them the following week.

Then the anticipation of the evening class. These classes consist of women that are my
age. We share our thoughts our dreams, our troubles, the growing up of our children, the
empty nest, and our love of God. We play.

Then...

In the night when the stars come out and the bubble is removed that kept the winter winds
away... I anticipate the pool to delight me with a display of sparking stars.

It's then...

I float on my back.
I feel the water above my body touching and waving in and out as the waves caress me.
I look to the stars
Like a child who holds a seashell to it's ear,
I hear the sound of the water roaring in my ears.
Drowning out my fears
of life.
I let the stress go out of my body
through my toes and disappear into the water.

I go home and feel so at peace.
I lay down and thank God, Our Creator
for the gift of water. It is there where we first reside inside floating in our Mother's
womb.

Free at last to drift softly off to sleep in another world.
I loose my dreams as my body rests gently in quiet slumber.
Free from stress.