Lost at the Lake

Lost at the Lake.


Lost at the Lake

I was always a kid who loved the outdoors—the heat as well as the cold. Growing up, in spite of my fair skin and subsequent sunburns, blistering and peeling each July and August, I desired to be outside, and if possible, on or near the water… I find some sort of spritual and magical connection to lakes, streams, the ocean, even a puddle of water after a rain storm. It is as if each sparkling drop of water draws me like some sort of Siren or water nymph. I think it may be that my nature is to be near water, to calm myself, to “go to ground” with water. I have desired all of my life to live near water, and have had the privilege to live as a resident on a moutain top within a mile of a lake three times in my life. The first was a childhood home overlooking a defunct city resevoir that was a local fishing spot and picturesque site for water fowl and a wonderland of wather lilies with yellow blooms and huge croaking happy bull frogs.

The second home was a two year soujourn before my divorce. It was a time of relization and contemplation, and although I was overlooking that deep bluff bound of the lake, I was trapped by my topography and my attitude towards life, and therefore unable to touch the water I so loved. I moved to a home within a mile of my childhood lake after the divorce, and walked the shores of my childhood memories and lake each day after work for two years. I began to connect again. Again. Lost at the lake.

Now, this last residence, a mountain top cabin home in a community with a private rocky beach that is a haven for eagles soaring above the treetops is a daily temple for me, with water falls, streams and a daily soujourn to the lake’s emerald water with two adored dogs and my lover for an hour or so. For a time as a young mother, I had the honor of being a vacation home owner within walking distance of the shore of this same lake. I wonder if that might count as four lovely times I have found a haven by a body of water. My best friend from childhood lives now in East Glacier, Montana, and is within a few miles of Two Medicine Lake, and has rolling icy streams and rivers surrounding her abode.

I believe that the water is healing, and a source of comfort and love for me. I believe that the essence of life we all seek lies within our connections to nature. For me, that connection is water, a lake, a stream, the ocean lapping at my feet, or a puddle of fresh rain water, but water. I become lost in calm and reverence near water. I am lost happily at the lake, whatever lake it might be, I resolve to be near one as long as I can.