Welsh pater is an anagram of the title.
But I digress.
As Mississippi experienced its fleeting Spring, I found a startling amount of free-flowing creativity around water. There's a small body of water near campus that I was able to stop at and get 15 minutes of writing a few days a week. Provided I dropped Baby at my parents' house and left earlier than usual.
Then, two weeks ago, I took off work for a day and went out to a lake in the wilderness. Watched Canada Geese and ducks and lily pads and bass and turtles. Watched loggers fell a dying tree that encroached on the road. I wrote a few pages. I also brainstormed plot arcs. Discarded a few. Melded some others. Cross-pollinated.
Maybe it's got something to do with ions. Or energies. Or seeing God in the world.
I love a lake.
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Then, two weeks ago, I took off work for a day and went out to a lake in the wilderness.
*Swells with envy. Considers blowing off finals. Considers future earning potential without needed degree. Sighs and reopens textbook.*
I think it's the movement of water, the grace, the power... something about being near it always relaxes me and energizes me at the same time, like a really awesome massage from the universe.
Lovely post. Now I am missing my Pacific Ocean more than ever, and I work just a few blocks away from it.
Loren -
I could be wrong here, but I'd think there are some over-grown inlets close to you just begging for a visit. Don't know how well this would fly, but you could suggest a Daddy's Morning Out . . .
Tracy -
a really awesome massage from the universe
Yes! I have to admit I'm a bit partial to freshwater, but any body of water can do it to you.
B. - I think I'd probably prefer freshwater to saltwater if I had the choice, but living near the ocean doesn't give me much choice! However, when my family visits Yosemite again this year, we'll be staying near the river, and I will be a very happy camper indeed. I love rivers.
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