Time (Multiple Pools)

Some weeks feel as if a year has passed. This one did for me. The weather changed so many times, from warm to cold, cloudy to sunny, and my moods followed like a dancing kite at the end of a string. Instead of fighting how I felt, I embraced the ups and downs, as a ship has no choice but to do on a long sea voyage. When the sun finally broke through, it reminded me to treasure those lighter days; the memory of them will carry me through the ones of low vitality and visibility, at least that’s how it works for me.

Yesterday, as I was leaving my room in a hurry, I knocked my favorite water glass, the only one left from the set, onto the floor. I was in too much of a rush to pick up the pieces and could only be bothered to fold the mess into a small rug near where it had landed. I noted to myself to clean it up as soon as I got home later. I left the house and went to a fundraiser at my sister’s workplace. An artist performed there whom I had only dreamed of seeing in such an intimate setting, and I was transported even in the drizzling cold outside.

When I got home I was still buzzing, so I turned up my stereo and danced into the midnight hour, too full of life from the evening to sleep yet. After almost an hour, I sat on the steps leading to my bathroom and noticed a piece of broken glass near my foot. I had been dancing right next to the rug full of shards and, in my euphoria, hadn’t even noticed it. I shuddered as I knelt down and saw several jagged edges poking through the folds, somehow narrowly missed by my bare feet. My tired mind tried to draw a million metaphors, but the only one that stuck was that I have a constant guardian angel watching over me.

There are some risks I openly enjoy taking, riding a horse being one that, to me, is far worth the possibility of being thrown or injured. I’m a person who enjoys leaving the ground, being transported somewhere slightly beyond reality so I can see things from a new perspective. This happens when I’m riding: in communion with the spirit of a majestic animal, we make immediate decisions in tandem. I have to let go but also be present, which leads me into that coveted dream state where my inspiration lives. Sometimes a new dress is enough to take me there, or an evening walk with a stranger. I can dive into one of the multiple pools around me and see life through a new lens, a new state of being.