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Day 328: what are you thankful for? :: part 4

24 Nov

Monday kicked off a week-long series called “What are you thankful for?” — That’s right, ironically occurring just in time for a national holiday.

Part 4:

Today, I am thankful for:

Water.

What? Did you think I was going to say turkey?

Yes, indeed, turkey was just a Crock Pot and the push of a button away today before a feast was set before me.

But, when I really think about it, I am most grateful for water.

Over this past year I have been learning to drink more water.
Including my favorite, hot water with a little lemon.

But, tonight, as I relaxed in my lavender scented bath all I could think about was the power of agua.

I am actually known for taking long showers.
Almost famous for it.  I can’t help it.

You see, water is what gives me my best ideas.  There’s something magical about a hot shower, a long bath, bubbles. Add a candle and it’s like pure lavender scented heaven.

It’s a creative fountain of youth for me.
My mind lets go of whatever daily worries, bills, schedules, deadlines, what if’s and what if nots may be happening and just releases into the gentle cradle of water, where my mind regenerates itself and discovers new ways of thinking.

I think Ponce de León could have just taken a bath instead of setting sail.  As it turns out we both ended up in Florida.

The ironic thing?
We here have recently discovered a little surprise of our own in our 21st century apartment.  It’s handicap retrofit.

Which explains why the bedroom and bathroom doors are so wide and there is a slight concrete ramp to our front door.  Plus, the closet railings are very low.

None of this is an issue for the two 6-foot tall humans living here, except…

The very short bath tub.

My place of respite, my altar of worship, my fountain of youth is only long enough for me to sit up straight with my legs in warm water and my arms lined with goosebumps.

Believe me, I have tried all sort of ways to lay down in the tub, knees bent, legs flush to the wall, head cocked to the side.

The best I can do is alternate taking turns laying flat on my back, with legs in the air, so the warm water reaches my shoulders and then sit up straight so my legs get submerged too.

I’m not really complaining.
Well, maybe just a little bit.

What I’m trying to say is this — I am very thankful for water.

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