Today I plunged into an cold river before my brain could catch up with my body and stop me. A river so cold my body never got used to it. I could only swim to keep from shivering. There is nothing like the sensation of tingly, electric skin after a mountain water plunge.
My dad taught me the art of river play; how to find air pockets beneath rapids, slide across rough mossy rocks, and navigate the slippery ones. He forever urges me to jump in, swim harder, touch the bottom, slide down, make it across. My husband, of course, takes river play to another level and sometimes I try to follow his games though usually I’m left swirling in a froth of white water.
Celebrating with such amazing fathers; including my sister’s sweet husband (future father)–beautiful day.
i keep hearing / tree talk / water words / and i keep knowing what they mean –Lucille Clifton