Anchor Time

pandora

As I came over the hill the lake looked like glass, transparent green glass.
Lovely in the late morning sun.
Like a mirror reflecting the surrounding woods and sprinkling of homes.

There is not a soul on the lake, not a boat to ripple the waters,
the lake is alone.

Not having made it out yet this year, tugs at my heart.
Time just slips away, slips away, I shake my head at the thought.

If only I could anchor time.
Memories attempt to anchor time,
I tell myself,
this somehow a reassuring thought.

My mind drifts to dear memories made on our little Lake Spivey.

It is a cold, dreary Saturday in November.
I have my bags of assorted old buns and bread in hand as we walk the boat ramp.
Somewhere behind the clouds the sun is setting and the night is quickly falling.
A hear a distant honking noise, this makes me giggle and I say out loud,
'I'm coming!'
JB looks back at me and smiles, he plays along and says
"I guess they got the invitation to the party"
I giggle some more.
Bundled side by side on the bench seat, covered in blankets, pink champagne in hand for extra special warmth,
we chug slowly up the lake.

The night sky begins to clear of clouds and there above the dam the full orange moon has risen
lighting our way and illuminating the flocks of ducks and geese floating on the water.

JB cuts the motor to let us drift a bit.
I move to the front of the boat.
The cold breeze reddens my cheeks as I take a deep breath,
fresh, wet, the air fills my lungs and sends chills.
I look up to an entire night sky full of stars above my head.
I laugh at the greeting from my friends, the loud incessantly wonderful honking.
Their sweet little faces there in the moonlight and the tails that come top side
as I throw the bread into the water and they dive in to find it.

This time, this moment, envelopes my entire being with an absolute joy to be alive!
A thrill that even the years can not alter because it lives deep within my heart.

Time stood still that evening on the lake as it often does on the water.
Tooling slowly, feeding the ducks and geese, sipping wine,
watching the moon rise high into the night sky,
to change from orange to white.

Back on the road, back to the present, my thoughts bring me home.
Holding tightly to the many memories of happy times on the lake.

Memories that rekindle emotion and rejuvenate my soul.
Memories that will attempt to anchor time,
if just for one fleeting moment.

mikalina

Thank you for sharing your wonderful story.... I too have great memories and fun times anchoring a boat.
Something about being near water that makes the world seem so much better. Ohio has great inland lakes, with lots of "coves". Such great times.

Thanks you,

pandora

mikalina wrote:

Thank you for sharing your wonderful story.... I too have great memories and fun times anchoring a boat.
Something about being near water that makes the world seem so much better. Ohio has great inland lakes, with lots of "coves". Such great times.

Thanks you,

I agree, chillin on a lake is just the best, it feels right! Well if all goes right, we've had some episodes for sure :oops: :shock:
Our little lake (its 10 miles of shoreline) has some cool coves too and the shallow end attracts wonderful birds. A lot of blue heron and traveling cranes. They catch great sized catfish in the lake too, a lot of fisherman here.
It used to be a river and 2 wealthy doctors, a married couple, bought the farm land surrounding the river and got permission to dam it up. Voila a lake and they became prominent figures and very wealthy selling the lots and helped the local economy too.
Its a beautiful lake, has a little island too and we have enjoyed many great times on it. Pearl Jam blasting under the open sky on the open water, its a spiritual event!
Thank you mikalina and if you ever get this way down 75 stop in for a boat ride!

the wolf

ahhh, so nice.

I love the water. I even love our dirty river here in Ohio. There is something about it that feels,..... reassuring. It's been here long before me, and will be here long after.

I go to the spot where my dad used to fish, and everytime I walk the slanted concrete slab where he would sit and drink his beer(s) and cast his line, I see the dark slimey moss creeping up the concrete, and laugh out loud knowing how many times his drunk ass would step on it and fall into the dirty water.

We have a great park here called Miami Whitewater Forest which has a good size lake. I like to go there and just sit and watch the water.

I can so easily just let my mind go, let my problems go when looking at a large body of water. Be it the Ocean, my dirty river, or a nice big lake. Maybe because it reminds me of how small I am. How little space I actually take up on this rock called earth.
In the grand scheme of things, we are here but for a blink of the eye, and small.
These wonderful wet treasures have been here for so long and will continue to be, and are so great in size.
They dwarf me, put me back in my place. They reassure me, because they will always be there, even when I'm not.

Thanks Pandi.


-steve

mikalina

the wolf wrote:

ahhh, so nice.

I love the water. I even love our dirty river here in Ohio. There is something about it that feels,..... reassuring. It's been here long before me, and will be here long after.

I go to the spot where my dad used to fish, and everytime I walk the slanted concrete slab where he would sit and drink his beer(s) and cast his line, I see the dark slimey moss creeping up the concrete, and laugh out loud knowing how many times his drunk ass would step on it and fall into the dirty water.

We have a great park here called Miami Whitewater Forest which has a good size lake. I like to go there and just sit and watch the water.

I can so easily just let my mind go, let my problems go when looking at a large body of water. Be it the Ocean, my dirty river, or a nice big lake. Maybe because it reminds me of how small I am. How little space I actually take up on this rock called earth.
In the grand scheme of things, we are here but for a blink of the eye, and small.
These wonderful wet treasures have been here for so long and will continue to be, and are so great in size.
They dwarf me, put me back in my place. They reassure me, because they will always be there, even when I'm not.

Thanks Pandi.


-steve

I love this - dirty little river. I forget you live south of me. You're right our lakes here have gotten worse. Menter Headlands Beach was half way decent when I was growing up - now I'm not so sure.

Westbranch, Punderson and Portage Lakes were once decent too.

Nothing beats a true - beach - overlooking a blue ocean. Thats the best. I get sad thinking about the ocean now.

justam

pandora wrote:

As I came over the hill the lake looked like glass, transparent green glass.
Lovely in the late morning sun.
Like a mirror reflecting the surrounding woods and sprinkling of homes.

There is not a soul on the lake, not a boat to ripple the waters,
the lake is alone.

Not having made it out yet this year, tugs at my heart.
Time just slips away, slips away, I shake my head at the thought.

If only I could anchor time.
Memories attempt to anchor time,
I tell myself,
this somehow a reassuring thought.

My mind drifts to dear memories made on our little Lake Spivey.

It is a cold, dreary Saturday in November.
I have my bags of assorted old buns and bread in hand as we walk the boat ramp.
Somewhere behind the clouds the sun is setting and the night is quickly falling.
A hear a distant honking noise, this makes me giggle and I say out loud,
'I'm coming!'
JB looks back at me and smiles, he plays along and says
"I guess they got the invitation to the party"
I giggle some more.
Bundled side by side on the bench seat, covered in blankets, pink champagne in hand for extra special warmth,
we chug slowly up the lake.

The night sky begins to clear of clouds and there above the dam the full orange moon has risen
lighting our way and illuminating the flocks of ducks and geese floating on the water.

JB cuts the motor to let us drift a bit.
I move to the front of the boat.
The cold breeze reddens my cheeks as I take a deep breath,
fresh, wet, the air fills my lungs and sends chills.
I look up to an entire night sky full of stars above my head.
I laugh at the greeting from my friends, the loud incessantly wonderful honking.
Their sweet little faces there in the moonlight and the tails that come top side
as I throw the bread into the water and they dive in to find it.

This time, this moment, envelopes my entire being with an absolute joy to be alive!
A thrill that even the years can not alter because it lives deep within my heart.

Time stood still that evening on the lake as it often does on the water.
Tooling slowly, feeding the ducks and geese, sipping wine,
watching the moon rise high into the night sky,
to change from orange to white.

Back on the road, back to the present, my thoughts bring me home.
Holding tightly to the many memories of happy times on the lake.

Memories that rekindle emotion and rejuvenate my soul.
Memories that will attempt to anchor time,
if just for one fleeting moment.

Thanks for the story Pandora.

I can picture you two feeding the animals in this one.

I love living near water a lot too. It's one reason I love living here so much. Just crossing the causeway over the bay makes me happy because seeing the water and the blue sky lifts my spirits.

pandora

justam wrote:

Thanks for the story Pandora.

I can picture you two feeding the animals in this one.

I love living near water a lot too. It's one reason I love living here so much. Just crossing the causeway over the bay makes me happy because seeing the water and the blue sky lifts my spirits.

I think of you often there knowing how happy you must be. It is a lovely area and that is so true how where we are can change how we feel. Our outlook on life.
Another note, yesterday I took the hose in the pool with me on my pool chair to water. Did you know if you squirt it with your thumb the water pressure makes you spin like a sprinkler! Round and round. The cardinals look at you funny but its great fun! Try it sometime

justam

pandora wrote:

justam wrote:

Thanks for the story Pandora.

I can picture you two feeding the animals in this one.

I love living near water a lot too. It's one reason I love living here so much. Just crossing the causeway over the bay makes me happy because seeing the water and the blue sky lifts my spirits.

I think of you often there knowing how happy you must be. It is a lovely area and that is so true how where we are can change how we feel. Our outlook on life.
Another note, yesterday I took the hose in the pool with me on my pool chair to water. Did you know if you squirt it with your thumb the water pressure makes you spin like a sprinkler! Round and round. The cardinals look at you funny but its great fun! Try it sometime

Okay.

pandora

the wolf wrote:

ahhh, so nice.

I love the water. I even love our dirty river here in Ohio. There is something about it that feels,..... reassuring. It's been here long before me, and will be here long after.

I go to the spot where my dad used to fish, and everytime I walk the slanted concrete slab where he would sit and drink his beer(s) and cast his line, I see the dark slimey moss creeping up the concrete, and laugh out loud knowing how many times his drunk ass would step on it and fall into the dirty water.

We have a great park here called Miami Whitewater Forest which has a good size lake. I like to go there and just sit and watch the water.

I can so easily just let my mind go, let my problems go when looking at a large body of water. Be it the Ocean, my dirty river, or a nice big lake. Maybe because it reminds me of how small I am. How little space I actually take up on this rock called earth.
In the grand scheme of things, we are here but for a blink of the eye, and small.
These wonderful wet treasures have been here for so long and will continue to be, and are so great in size.
They dwarf me, put me back in my place. They reassure me, because they will always be there, even when I'm not.

Thanks Pandi.


-steve

Steve your words, thoughts so beautiful as always.
Past memories of your father, funny I can picture him, present times and revelation, and even the future, finding it grounded in something constant like your local lake. I love your thoughts thank you for sharing always

pandora

mikalina, you wrote....."Nothing beats a true - beach - overlooking a blue ocean. Thats the best. I get sad thinking about the ocean now."

This is overwhelming. I don't think there could be anything that could hurt us more than this. It unites us all in sadness and anger but still we feel helpless.