Friday, July 6, 2012

Moments like these

It is just before 5:30am and I wake to hear excited voices outside my bedroom door. Slowly as I become aware of my surroundings I start to wonder why exactly my housemates are up so early and why there is a need for such commotion at this hour. Then I swear I hear the words skinny dipping sung in an all too cheerful voice and think: "they better not be going without me."

I stepped out of my room to be greeted by faces bursting with excitement and laughter. I raise my hands up in the air and stare them down. Apparently this was happening at too-flippen-early o'clock.

Sometime in the night a plan was hatched for an early morning dip in the Pacific. I don't think any of us were awake enough to talk our way out of it or to clearly comprehend the fact that it was in fact already daylight outside.

Just like that we were throwing our clothes on a blanket and streaking towards the water.

Running with my tribe that morning was incredibly healing. It was the purest example of being present in the experience. I welled up with emotion as I ran towards that water because I recognized that in that very moment I was experiencing what living wild and free really meant. We were stripped down to our rawest and most vulnerable naked selves and able to laugh and run together. No judgements, no comparisons and no hesitations. A piece of that beach became a part of me in that moment, forever linked to my soul.

A small piece of that beach literally linked itself to me on the way out too. While still deep in my euphoric blissful experience I lost my footing and tripped, laying myself flat out on the sand and surf. Still totally buck naked and still completely in my blissful trance lying there with a mixture of tears and laughter erupting out of me. I will never forget the sight of my other very naked tribe sisters rushing over to help me up and exclaiming: "no man left behind!"

Moments like these are the ones that truly matter. They are the ones that stick with us forever. The moments that we will recall when we are old and wrinkled. Maybe, just maybe our tribe will still be creating these moments by then too. I'm counting on it.

Photos by Melissa Dowler of Long Haul Films.

7 comments:

  1. How absolutely fabulous!!!! I LOVE it!!!

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  2. While I certainly don't wish the the naked face plant on anyone, I have to say you handled it with such grace and joy that it became an important part of the experience for me. We really were the most vulnerable we could possibly be - yet the fall was something that you immediately accepted as (almost) a gift or lesson. And I know it hurt which makes your laughter and good humor that much more endearing. No man left behind - then or forever.

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  3. This was a wonderful story, and I actually laughed along with you when you fell. How lucky you are to be a person who is ABLE to laugh when you fall. Amazing to have such friends, Tribe. You must be a very blessed person.

    I found you through the "Liberate your Art" website, and I'm happy I did. I'm a follower now, I hope you'll come by and check out my blog, I always love to make new friends in the blogosphere.

    Tara
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    Nowhere to go But Crazy.

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  4. THIS
    IS
    ABSOLUTELY
    AWESOME!!!
    sisterhood is such a treasure
    thank you for sharing this beautiful time of communion

    love and light

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  5. So much YES! I love you. I love that you were free and vulnerable and alive with us. What a moment to treasure. xoxo

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  6. I love reliving these moments through your writing. And I hope we still drag our sagging, wrinkly selves into the sea, naked, at 6 AM for Tribe 2050.

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  7. I don't know how I missed this post, BUT I LOVE IT! I love how you can get me laughing! What a magical time we get to share, I am forever thankful for you in my life, sweet friend. Thank you for this. :)

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