Rewilding. Wildswimming

Synchronicity and mystery

Added 2023-10-17 19:05:24 +0000 UTC

I don't remember the last time I didn't have a swim in the morning. This morning I didn't feel it; there was something in me, in the air, that didn't feel it would be a good idea.

Despite the sadness I didn't go. I just listened to my instinct, my body. I had a shower instead. Strong winds appeared suddenly. I heard a loud crack outside, I looked through the window to the dead trees that overlook the entrance to my sacred swimming place... I saw nothing from the distance.

A few hours later my neighbour came to talk to me to tell me that half of one of those trees cracked and collapsed into their veggies patch. She knows that I'm there everyday and wanted to let me know, out of precaution.

In the evening I went there and swam downstream. Now I could see it. Wow. There were even some fallen branches in my womb pool.

Last winter the thought of being crushed by one of these trees while swimming was a frequent one... they definitely get me thinking about death, especially in winter times. Today it felt more real.

We've reported this many times, once more today. Maybe this is the chance for the carcases of these majestic poplars to be taken down, apart...

The evening swim was delicious. It felt right to do it. My partner came with me and guided me so I could became tree. A lovely gesture for this day.