I drove west over the mountains at mid-day in the intense sun of the desert. I was feeling parched, and hot, yet grateful for the breeze of movement. The past couple of days, I had been feeling the need for freedom. The need for movement. The need to just get in the bus and drive to wherever I desired. The past couple of days, I had been feeling as though I was just wallowing in the mud.

Here is where perspective is good. All I needed to do was get out of the mud and into the hot desert sun to dry out and move about. That perspective worked for about 5 miles. Then I was just hot, and found myself actually longing for a mud puddle to go play in. I used to play in mud puddles as a child. I always found it to be soothing and refreshing and utlimately grounding. To be able to sit in a mud puddle, moving my hands through the gooey softness, feeling it ooze through my fingers as I attempt to get a firm grasp on it, is complete pleasure. It also propels me to a higher plane as I watch it drip from my palm to blob completely back into the whole of the puddle. So synergistically and fully that one would never have know that in my hands... I just had a piece of the puddle. As it fell effortlessly from my hands I realized that it is just one piece that flows how it chooses with some direct guidance, yet showing me that ultimately it has the power to be what it wants, and I can only impress so much of my desires over it.

I can fully appreciate the nature of spinning in the mud. Tis a slow and lethargic energy, yet ultimately neccessary to slow us down a bit and allow us to open up to the fun that comes with it. Movement is good...hectic crazy busy is good...playing in the mud...and enjoying the sensuality of the moment is even better. Especially if you can find fabulous fun grrls to play with you! ;) Here's a thought for ya....let's all go out and play in the mud....It's Just a Thought.

Have a groovy time dirty grrls!
Lynn Trynity