Journal Entry #3

There are few places in the world that I experience pure tranquility where I can retreat and reset. The lake is one of those places. It’s ironic almost, the way I describe stress and anxiety is often with references referring to struggles in water, but the water is the place I feel the calmest. Some common euphemisms include, “I’m drowning”, or “I feel like I’m barely treading water.” The stillness of the water in the morning could almost convince you that it wasn’t real. As if there was a sheet of glass between one bend of and the next. Inevitably, a bird swooped down and disturbed the smoothness of the surface, resulting in ripples extended beyond my view. After the morning calmness has passed, I took a minute just to float in the water in the cove. The strength of the water supporting me and all my external worries. The moment of serenity was fleeting as the calmness soon transitioned into rambunctiousness with the increase in environmental activity. My dog has found its way to the edge of the dock, flailing its body into the water as if it’s the peace – disturbing bird. Taking flight, denying the physical capabilities of his body. The calmness of water transcends the boundaries between human and animal, connecting all that it touches and sources. Returning to the water, that which sustains you, is fulfilling and satisfying in way that nothing else is.