It’s time to take the plunge

Troubling the waters —there’s an idea.

 

Things haven’t flowed too well lately.  The years speed past, but some of the weeks and the days have seemed very long.

 

This sluggish old creek’s been dawdling—not the snow-melting, rock-dodging, pool-deepening surge that used to hustle across hot grey river stones.  More dipping a toe in the test the temperature—warm bath water, tatty loofah and slimy soap—than throwing off the gaudy beach towel and rushing to battle the surf. 

 

It’s time to take the plunge.

How would it be, if we stirred things up a bit?  It might be like…

 

¾      A hot a summer’s day up at Paekakariki, and the first swim of the season. Striding into the waves, grinning, shivering, total immersion.  Salt water tingling—ankles, knees, belly, breast; sudden dip—shoulders, chin—and under! rolling about in the breakers, spluttering salt and shaking wet hair from our eyes.

 

¾      It could be snow from the Southern Alps, melting down gorges and surging through limestone caverns, disappearing underground for a while, surfacing, welling in deep green pools.  A chill mountain stream sluicing moss-clad rocks, dashing past ferns and golden broom, curling round corners, stony-banked tributaries splashing through Canterbury farmland.

 

¾      The gates opening at Aratiatia (near Taupo), gushing, flooding rocks and fern-edged pools with a pent-up hydro energy-generating whoosh!

Or

¾      A fat splodge of rain on a puddle or pond; splash and splatter stirring up the ducks in Botanical Gardens.

 

¾      A cloud burst, open-air endorsement, dove-wings skimming the river, whirling up a mystery, calling us Beloved.

 

It would be You—Me—God—Creative Spirit—Water of Life, springing up in the being of others: lovers, family, friends.  Stirring our lethargy, wading in boots and all, flooding us, overwhelming.

 

So this season of promise, this soon-to-be-new year, let the thirst-quenching spirit pour down these dried-out creek beds.  Drench us with love and compassion—filling the cracks, muddying things up a bit: fish leaping, joy-gurgling, taha wairua[1].

 

Rainbow-spanned, covenant waters, overflow our borders—spilling us generously into each others’ lives.



{1} Spiritual well-being.  Taha wairua is described as “the values and beliefs that determine the way people live, the search for meaning and purpose in life, and personal identity and self-awareness”.