I went into the river this morning! This little access gem is only ten minutes from my house.
When I lived on Cape Cod, I discovered the possibility of taking a quick dip in the water every morning. Cliff Pond was a ten minute drive from our house, so I’d drive over, jump in, honor the beautiful water, and I created a ritual to let go of all sorts of worries and troubles and joys and gratitude into its refreshing hold. One year I did this starting in April and continuing through the beginning of November. It was a central spiritual practice for me during that time.
When we moved to Maine 11 years ago, that was no longer possible where we lived in North Yarmouth. The nearest water was a tidal bay about 20 minutes away. We could only swim there 2 hours before and after high tide. It was great in its own way, and we loved paying attention to the tides. But I had to find new morning rituals and new spiritual practices. Sitting in the screen tent. Walking.
Imagine my surprise, after our move to Portland, when our friend recently told us about this access point for river swimming. Margy and I went there to swim with her a couple days ago. Thank you! And today, I got up my courage to go on my own. Courage because, as a woman, I always carry a little fear about going to solitary natural places on my own. But then I remembered–this is the River! I need to take that risk and go into the water.
I have been astonished at the blessings that have been unfolding in our new place, unexpected treasures like the creatures passing through, and now the return of old lost rituals. My heart is full of gratitude and wonder this morning.