When I was a little girl I would run unabashedly into the ocean. As soon as we got to the beach, head force. Right in. Then I popped my eardrum bodysurfing and really I could have died by being pulled into the undertow. I washed up on the sand and came to my mother screaming “at” me. Grateful that I was alive. Since then I’ve had a stupid fear of the ocean. Growing up I used to swim in the pond at my aunts. Back and forth across the lake without fear or consequence. Then I saw the snapping turtles that came out of the same pond and I saw the little baby ducks disappear as they ate them. As I aged I wouldn’t step foot in the lake due to snakes 🐍 turtles 🐢 seeweed and yucky things that were going to get me. And so, I became a pool only girl. No big deal - except I missed out on so many jumping in, “just jump in, just do it, just jump” experiences. In Italy, in Mexico, these epic spots with cliff jumps and I would stand there crippled in fear. In the Dominican I floated all day, because the water was clear. Same in key west. When the water is clear I’ve been able to mess with it, but rarely over my head.
So the fact that I spent this last weekend in these hot springs - relaxed and content in bliss is a miracle. I was in water that you couldn’t see your hand in, in random ass holes in the ground, with algae and who knows what on the bottom. But it was hot. And the views were sick. And for one of the first times in my life I sat on my ass and stared at the mountains ⛰ and didn’t worry what animal was coming to get me. I totes wore flip flops to get in, but I managed to take them off, to feel the bottom, to feel the sides - and I closed my eyes and I just was. #littlemiracles
it doesn’t sound like much but this wouldn’t happen a few years ago. And now... I’m #hotsprings
obsessed 😝if you’re in #socal
and the #easternsierras
go seek these puppies out because I have a feeling they won’t be there for long with the way the are running in their wonderful unregulated glory. 📸:@runbeersleep