It’s a hot, hot, HOT day here in Edmonton, +32C. We don’t have air conditioning in our home, in fact, many Albertans don’t because it’s rarely needed, and even when we do get a heat wave, it usually doesn’t last longer than a week.
So although I did manage to get some things prepared earlier in the day for an upcoming workshop, now I’m just trying to find creative ways to stay cool. Thinking about water – being in it or just looking at it – generally does it for me. Normally I’d be thinking about all the time spent in and around Lake Erie, but this time, my thoughts turned to last year’s trip to California. There were so many scenic vistas along the coastal highway; we lingered at this beach for quite some time – beautiful!
And right about now, I’d love to be strolling along this beach again, digging my toes into the sand and getting the bottom of my pant legs wet.
Some of my happiest memories are times spent in and around the waters of the Great Lakes. Whenever I visit, I always take time to find a quiet spot beside the lake, and imprint the vision of sunlight dancing on water and blue on blue, onto my mind. This excerpt from a book that I read several years ago made it into my art journal and really speaks to me about my relationship with water, and that ‘living light’ she speaks about…
“People who live beside moving water have been given the gift of living light, and even if they never come to recognize it as such, any other light, no matter how clear or brilliant, is pale and static to them, leaving them with a sense of loss, of vulnerability, as if they have suddenly found themselves without clothes. “I have to be near the water,” they will say. “I can’t live away from the ocean”…or the river or the creek or whatever water throws back to them the sun, or the boiling storm clouds, or the pearl of moving fog, or the wash of sunset. But what most of them are really saying, without knowing it is, “I can’t live without that light that dances with me. I wear it like a living skin. Without it I am incomplete.” ~ from the book Sweetwater Creek by Anne Rivers Siddons
Having a home on the water…witnessing daily sunrises, sunsets and sunlight dancing on water, is a dream I still carry. Whether or not it comes to pass, for now I have to be content with the sounds of water from the fountain, a tall glass of iced herb water, and memories of wading along the Pacific and Lake Erie shoreline.
Ahhh, I feel 10 degrees cooler already! 🙂