July 14, 2009

Day 11 Body of Water- Hiccups

We finally left the festival grounds today, time to let go of the experience. As we drove away, just beyond the gate the car began to sputter. We ran out of gas.

We chose the best spot to run out. It was just a matter of putting the car in reverse and rolling back into the festival site, no walking required. We went looking for friends with a vehicle to drive us to the gas station. We found a bunch, they were eager to help, offering suggestions along with offerings of food and comforts left over from the festival. A couple offered to let us syphon some gas from their vehicles, another to drive us to the station. Yet another suggested that there may be some gas left over from the generators which powered the music and lights. This, we decided, was the best first course of action. We wandered round looking for some one who looked official. A number of folks led us to Casey. Casey, one of the festival organizers, had run out of gas as well, he was going back to town in an hour and said he would take our jerry can and fill it. Then added, “There is that one jerry can over there, I doubt there is anything left in it, but if there is, it’s yours.” There was more than enough to get us across the island, over to the ferry and beyond. It was a bit of a hiccup, but one that could not have went more smoothly.

When we arrived at Blubber Bay for our first ferry we missed the 3:00pm by minutes. We wanted to park our car in line to make sure we made the next one, this meant waiting around for 2 hours at the ferry dock. I wondered how we were going to get in a swim. Just as this thought was turning to a worry, a van pulled up and a friend asked ”Do you guys know where the swimming quarry is?“ Before I could marvel at this synchronicity, Michael piped up, ”Ya sure, we will come with you and show you where it is!“ Another little hiccup which worked out fine, better than fine, it worked out refreshingly!

Michael and I took our longest swim yet, in the warmest water yet. It was warm because it was quarry water, no in flow, no out flow, just a big puddle of water which is warmed by the sun and the rocks each day. I grappled about whether it was a ”natural body of water“. Michael asked if my intention for the commitment had been fulfilled. My intention was to take a refreshing swim under the sun, in water without added chemicals. To swim surrounded by the Mother. My intention was fulfilled.

”How important is the intention behind a choice or action?“ is the question in 12 days journal #92

1 comment:

  1. I keep thinking of that old adage about the road to hell being paved with good intentions. I don't think I agree with that (aside from the fact that I don't believe in hell, but that's neither here nor there...LOL). You can't really accomplish anything without having an intention to do so. Half-hearted, "I should really do xyz"s don't really count, IMO, because I don't believe they are real intentions, just thoughts about what you should or shouldn't do.

    For example, for a long time I kept telling myself I should start exercising regularly, and went down the laundry list of reasons why I should, etc. But I never did start doing it. I don't believe that was an honest intention. Then I finally got really serious about making some positive changes in my life and truly committed myself to exercising regularly; the intention was there, and I acted upon (and have been since because my intention hasn't wavered and is still as strong as ever).

    So, I think the intentions--if they are TRUE intentions--behind our choices or actions are absolutely crucial. We wouldn't do or accomplish anything without the intention to do so. Just my humble opinion. :-)