Up early this morning to take our annual plunge in "the boy's pool", a beautiful little plunge pool high in the cascade of waterfalls that mark the high waters of the river Tawe in the heart of the Brecon Beacons. As usual it was a powerful, enriching moment as the waters closed, if only briefly, over one's head. The power of conquering that person within who just wants to be comfortable all day long, of showing him the merit of ordeal over coziness. Some of the guilt and other negative feelings I have built up are washed away in the rush of frigid, but dazzling water. And the feeling as you clamber out of the pool and handed a towel is quite indescribably wonderful.
Afterwards, we scatter a handful of "Jellie Bellie" brand jellybeans around the pool. They were a favourite of his; almost an obsession sometimes. I call out in a loud voice:
"Hey, son! Enjoy these!"
Some people believe there is something special about spring water, before it has joined a larger system and been "corrupted" by mixing with water that has already been altered by its contact with civilisation. They call it "primary water". Perhaps there is some inneffable quality in its purity that renders it beneficial to human health, physically, and perhaps spritually too. Pretty far out stuff, huh?. Well it is a very early Sunday morning.
By the way, apologies for the tardiness of my posting today.
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