posted September 10, 2013 02:17 PM            

Today, finally got my arse up, compiled a list for the grocery store, tired, not feeling well, etc, but up and at em...

I get out of my truck, grab a cart, place my bag on top of the cart and place my list, which is a sticky backed one, ontop of my bag...

All of a sudden a huge wind!

There goes my shopping list, on a sticky green paper, WAY up in the air, I just stopped and watched....

It went higher and higher....

I happened to notice another patron was watching my green list take a life of it's own with me.

Finally it landed...thank goodness!

And I went about my own business...

Please share stories of those little moments that mean So much~

t~

posted September 10, 2013 02:51 PM            

Thank you for posting...

And, ofcourse.....

post on!

posted September 10, 2013 03:17 PM            

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Originally posted by hippichick:
Pixi...you are so eloquent and you have an awesome ability to engage the reader in your experience..

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Thanks so much!

Here's from December 18, 2005 (originally saved to my hard drive):

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I had gotten off the comp this morn when a friend that I had just emailed a few minutes before called (since she knew I was up). She wanted us to go surfing with them. Having just gotten over a flu, I was thinking of saying no, but my roomie really wanted to go, so I agreed.

I am so glad for that.

We surfed as normal and the lingering depression and such from fighting off the flu was banished and I really enjoyed myself and the company. The morn was cloudy, but it was still beautiful, with fog in the distant hills, and the ocean itself vanishing off into the distant mists. There was rain, but it was very light--I'm not even sure it counts as rain. And hardly matters when you're in a wetsuit anyway.

And then the wind picked up. Friends had a wonderful idea, to try windsurfing. This was interesting, and I wasn't sure about it, having never done it before. When I finally tried, it took me some minutes just to not fall over, though they said I picked it up really fast. It was difficult because I had to hold my feet differently, and dealing with the harness. But at some point, WHOOSH, the SPEED! I couldn't help it: I screamed with joy, and I was SO glad we had come.

And then the sun broke through.... not direct, but close. The water turned from gray to aqua, and I was suddenly recalling when I was like 6-10, how I'd get up before Mom & Dad (and often before dawn back then) and go outside and explore, play, go to friend's houses.... I felt so free and there was a stark beauty to life that I rarely feel (at least sober) since I guess I became a teen. And then I surpassed even that, and I reached a state that was nothing less than ecstasy, I'd say on par (though distinct and different in its own way) to mind altering dancing or sex, and perhaps even more fulfilling in its own way.

If there was any doubt about fighting to survive the dark times in my life, it was dispelled at this moment of utter beauty in which I lived totally within this miraculous moment, my shout and my heart praising the Goddess of Life and for this moment in Life, one that was worth every horror and ache I had endured just to be here. Tears came down my face (just a few), and I knew that when I die, should my life flash before my eyes, this exact moment will be replayed, and if it affects my body at all, I will smile then, at peace, knowing it was all worth it in part to this one ineffable moment.

What else is there to say? My cold seemed to come back but it went away again, and it was hardly even noted (at least not by me--and we were all wet enough anyway). I found out that the wind was LIGHT (like how fast would I have gone in a HIGH wind???) Because we messed with the boards (including the beginner board I had borrowed), we failed to miss the churches getting out and ended up eating at a Pizza Hut for awhile to give the traffic a chance to die down more.

Now I am home. I've showered, dishes are now washing, warms are washing and hots are drying. Today was awesome, and I'm sharing. If you get a chance to try something new like that, and to be out in nature in a way that helps you to fuse with it, if just for a moment, then avail yourself of the moment. If more people did, psychiatry would be an endangered profession.

As the Wiccans say, Blessed Be (it seems appropriate to now).

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posted September 10, 2013 05:11 PM            

You write amazingly..

And I was there, in that moment.

My bittersweet smile and tear are from this:

Years ago, I met an old friend and her hubby (also an old friend) at Port Aransas (an island, and Texas beaches are a diamond in the rough)...anyway, somehow, WAY after dark and way after many beers, they incited me to swim to the 3rd sand bar.

1st sandbar, basically the beach, 2nd...wade out a bit, get about tummy high in the gulf and then knee deep...third is hard. One should only attempt it during low tide

But, hell, I was altered, and the moon was full and....sharks? rays? I didnt care.

So there we went...3 heads bobbing up and down....I got tired...very tired....we were WAY out in the gulf...FAR from the beach...

And this strange thing came over me....I experienced "god" or whatever anybody wants to call it.

At that point I was tredding water, guppy breathing, looking up at the amazing stars and I knew, absolutely knew my life was no longer in my hands.

My friends got me back to the 2nd sand bar and I was fine.

But, I will tell ya...being out there, way out there, TOO FAR out there, dark, nothing but the sea...was a huge precious moment of the soul....

And thank you for sharing yours!!!

posted September 16, 2013 03:06 PM            

My mother used to have dreams, well I should say the same dream over and over and over for years.

She was in some mid, nineteenth century dress and walking out of the sea to a carriage, just like it was normal.

The way we develop as fetuses, I think we all come from the sea.

Isnt that somewhere in evolution?

Too brain dead to think now.

And yes, letting go, in such a situation I was in, and letting go and giving "it" up to, whatever, which I tend to do always, is above us, I, too, believe lends itself to depression.

posted January 04, 2014 02:44 PM            

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Originally posted by PixieJane:
I read somewhere that our species is such that we could adapt to a mostly aquatic existence if we had to. For example, newborns (who can survive being born underwater) have almost no real motor control at all...the one exception is being able to instinctively grab hair strong enough that say the infant could be carried along by a swimming mother...

And that's one of the reasons I believe the so-called selkies were actually people who fled invaders to live on islands and in sea caves who wore seal skins not only for camouflage but as wetsuits to keep them warm & buoyant (btw, just so you know, the Gulf of Mexico tends to be much warmer than the ocean, especially in temperate climates and above!). Sometimes they'd have no choice but to come to the bigger islands and lands where people from a distance would see them as selkies (as they took off their seal skins), and also why men who took such "seal maidens" destroyed the skins to keep them from leaving (and if raised not to betray the secrets of her tribe she very well may contribute to legends to keep the people who abducted her from finding her beloved family & friends).

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Great thread, and this ^ is the best thing I've read in a while! For years, I've been enthralled by sea gypsies, tribes in the South Pacific that live on the water. Then recently I've started reading books and articles by live-aboards, people whose yachts are their main or only residence. Actually living in the water wouldn't be much different, the person would just climb up on rocks to rest their limbs and maybe reverse the pruning of their extremities...instead of getting on a boat.

Swimmers up in those northern latitudes would have to be cold-hardy even with seal skin wetsuits or whatever but it's been done. People like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r331mHLncyE

starting at 3:05. That video may not be credible, but I can't find the one done by a mainstream channel, featuring an extremely cold-tolerant man.

posted January 19, 2014 08:14 PM            

many moments, once you pay attention to them
but especially the moments when you are
feeling light and happy with the way you look
content with your health
and soft
moments feeling soft
with sunlight
and quiet
lie down
so quiet and soft and still
the cranky cat even wants to lay by you!