we get a little wet

1 Apr

Moved the boat today –

close by,

yet again

life is viewed from a new angle,

more open water, more wind.

Remoteness brings beauty –

inner to outer lane.

My daily doing is now

walk walk walking the body

along long dock fingers

along mud flats

along some Sunfishes at the ready for sailing school

all along I’m freebasing salt air, shameless.

. Along this way I will mark the moon in all phases

and planes making hazes –

dogs barking

cats watching, curled up by rosemary plants –

rolling carts, abandoned for now

past stranger neighbors

who sometimes wave and say hello

some even grin,

washing decks,

sunning, drinking,

standing by children decked out with floating systems.

A British couple residing in the Caymens check in today,

the first ones at the new slip,

arriving later than expected after leaving the hospital,

a sudden urinary infection,

still game for walking walking walking, full of good cheer.

The wind picks up and getting on and off

now a long leg scissor spread over water.

I worry,

but she says,

what is the worse that could happen?

We get wet?

I love this one who sees such circumstances

and lightly goes along – indeed.

Nothing is so bad unless you make it so.

In fact, in contrast, so very much is so very good.

16 Responses to “we get a little wet”

  1. ~meredith April 1, 2015 at 12:46 pm #

    So, so very much is good.

    • marga t. April 1, 2015 at 3:43 pm #

      verily (old bible word pops up out of no where 🙂

  2. M.A. April 1, 2015 at 1:34 pm #

    As always, your writing gives me a good soaking. A good, full immersion baptism.

    • marga t. April 1, 2015 at 4:12 pm #

      You baptize me right back 🙂

  3. smilecalm April 1, 2015 at 4:10 pm #

    seeing one’s reflection
    in & out of the water
    as real as anything 🙂

    • marga t. April 2, 2015 at 1:08 pm #

      relishing the simplicity
      of being eyes, ears,
      nose, and legs
      right now –
      reflections as real
      as anything… 🙂

  4. Michael April 2, 2015 at 1:05 am #

    I like people whose worst possible outcome is a mildly discomforting act of benevolence. Not fall, hit your head on the pier and get eaten by a shark. But get wet. Just fall into this glorious ocean here, and get wet. Then get back out and get on with it.

    I have to calibrate myself from time to time. The tendency to hypothesize the shark can sneak up on me. So much, indeed, is so very good.


    • marga t. April 2, 2015 at 1:14 pm #

      Ah, the shark, I know him well! The worst case scenario imaginings became a lifestyle that I absorbed through osmosis in my long marriage…the past 4 years have been a beautiful unwinding of living life without planning for the shark, at every turn. The occasional bites that do occur are much easier to deal with without so much anticipation 🙂 Hope those optimistic guests, whom I have not heard from, are still walking about and have not floated away altogether from such delusional hopefulness! 🙂

      • New Earth Paradigm April 3, 2015 at 3:12 pm #

        Yes, the shark showed up at my place the other night and I mentioned how much I have missed shark on the dinner table. He quietly left and hasn’t been back since.

        I must be part cat, as I do not enjoy getting wet. However, I do see the practicality of incorporating this possibility into my life, when walking about under rain-laden clouds. Truthfully, I have frequently stated my own version of this adage by saying to those who fear “getting a bit wet:” — “One thing I have noticed is that — Humans Dry.”

        So much fun with a boat on a dock in the wind and the wet and all the beauty that living on or near the water brings! ENJOY ♥

  5. Andrea April 2, 2015 at 12:02 pm #

    I want to walk with you! Get on that boat and watch the world happen around me. I can feel this poem so deeply. I feel like you were simply walking to your new spot at your new slip, and suddenly the feelings bubbled up and the poem revealed itself. Free basing salty air. I love it. So much is so very good, and the water and wind often reveal it, at least that is where I often find it. Beautiful way to start my day Marga. Thank you!

    • marga t. April 2, 2015 at 1:17 pm #

      I walk so much, but I never feel that I am alone, so perhaps you already are walking with me! That seems pretty likely! So funny to be writing about nothing – what a blessing to walk and feel that cup emptying out all along the way – I may be leaving a puddle all the way out! Smiling to you, knowing you are basking in your transitioning. You pulled this all off so fast – impressive 🙂 xo! m

      • Andrea April 3, 2015 at 12:12 am #

        Why thank you. I had help from Bob Marley Jimmy Buffett and Kenny Chesney. One can always transition properly and joyfully when listening to deep Rastafarian musings or cheesy cruise ship music…

  6. Kelly Kuhn April 2, 2015 at 3:11 pm #

    I’m so grounded in the material world, I may as well be buried. I feel no spirit nearby. It is overhead, beyond my reach. I am not unhappy, I am simply weighed down in all this physicality. All loftiness has left me – I just burrow more deeply in this dark cocoon. I peek out from time to time, such as when a new blog post enters my inbox; I read this and think, “Hmmm, remember when I used to feel the light?”

    Life is cyclical. I will return to the light again and shed this heaviness. In the meantime, I am grateful for your reminders.

    I am wet and in the dark, but it is ok.

    • marga t. April 2, 2015 at 3:59 pm #

      Oh dearest Kelly. It is the whole kit and caboodle that we signed up for – were we crazy?! So glad to hear that you recognize the cyclical movements; the dark nights of the soul can feel so heavy, making words even an effort. The courage to embody and walk through and to express while doing so is precious and beautiful in an earthy pallet, often overlooked in the bright sunlight. Your words touch deeply, courageously into the shadow – nothing is left out, even if it feels so. The wide expanse of all experience is it, not lightness only. Cocooning is part of my repertoire and I meet you here, often, as we hang on this branch, allowing the rearrangement of our raw matter – feeling a new day is always dawning, yet we wait and hang a bit more, for a while. So much love felt for you, sister!

  7. megdekorne April 8, 2015 at 11:43 am #

    So beautifully written dear Marga ….I enjoy walking with you , always a delight ! Love xxxmeg

    • marga t. April 10, 2015 at 1:00 pm #

      So nice to see you Meg. I need to take a little trek out of here and visit you – hopefully as the spaciousness of the weekend dawns today 🙂

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