Water droplets

I stand in the shower, and begin to flick water droplets at my map-of-the-world-shower-curtain. For the next ten minutes in the shower, I am temporarily an explorer. For the fun of it, I release the water that has collected on the tips of my fingers, and fling them off until they smack into the plastic curtain, into the sea that rests above Russia. Seconds later, I sprinkle more drops above Africa so that I can watch the two teams of water droplets race as gravity takes charge. Gravity still boggles my mind on a regular basis.

As the drops slide and twist and turn down the slippery shower curtain, I am also zooming through these wild and new terrains. Inside the droplets, I travel on buses, on foot, on fast moving trains, on bikes, on tiny roads that lead to nowhere; you name it- I am moving fast in new lands, with new people and I am taking in new things at a mind-blowing rate. The droplet that started above Russia moves faster than the water that is currently meandering through Northern….. now Eastern… now over to Central… now down to Southern Africa, and soon to be flipped out into the Indian Ocean. Flipped into a sail boat headed for the end of the world. Cause I still sometimes like to think that the world is as flat as my shower curtain.

This interaction (between me and my shower-curtain–map) takes place every morning. Sometimes, I let myself run away to new lands like this in the evenings too. I soak with lavender bath salts and haphazardly toss water droplets at the lowest points of the Southern Hemisphere. I laugh as I think about how I should warn the locals before I arrive. INCOMING. SPLAT. There I am, in a new place. Water droplet landing.

But as I run out of reasons to stand in the shower and start to feel bad for wasting so much water… I start to slowly come back to the world that I am standing clean and barefoot in. I notice the droplets that are on the bottom of the shower. I reluctantly grab a towel and then look back to watch the trail of water that follows my feet from my bathroom back toward my room. And I am back.

Sometimes, the combination of thoughts and ideas and realities here and now and the realization that I am back and that gravity is still working really well even if I don’t know how it works… just feels like lots to handle. And thinkin’ about where to go next and how and when and why sometimes, just sometimes, makes me really enjoy throwing water at my shower curtain.

With love and hugs… and some trouble sitting still right now.

Sara

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