After exploring the perimeter getting up close and personal with nature, I take my time entering the gentle current to claim a rock that would support me for a few minutes or more. Who tracks time when you find a sweet spot to linger in?? There I sit and enjoy the water as it streams over my feet and swollen ankles. The temp changes from cool to warm as it moves along and it feels utterly deeeevine! Rushing eagerly between my toes and every once in a while splashing the calves or sprinkling dots of wetness on my thighs.
My thoughts trend going from one thing to another as I sip the red stripe I manage to carry without wasting too much. Thoughts of giving thanks for just being in the center of a sparkling river flowing through one of God’s most beautiful creations, the island man named Jamaica. Thoughts of momz and if she could see what I see right now she would understand why I’m an unwavering Portland enthusiast. After pondering the two above I step out of my head. Jamaica is the only situation that allows me to get out and stay out of those rooms in my mind that stockpile worries, priorities, family needs, loved ones lost and regrets.