Ice Water Amen!

24 06 2011

Us Alaska country hicks have strange mannerisms, methods of weight loss, and self induced sanity for curing just about anything, including family visit PTSD.  I’m back, I’m feeling better, and like my real self.  People are starting to circle and dwell a bit in my presence again, which is a good sign that my fangs must have withdrawn a bit, and the horns that sprouted out of my head must be shrinking again.

Plunge!  AAAAAGhh….Yessss.  Ahhh.  That’s pretty much an accurate transcript of the audio track that emerges from my mouth when I plunge my body into water running at about 40 degrees.  Fahrenheit that is.  I’m back at work, recovering from my annual June Family Camping trip, and grateful to be alive.

Last summer my hiking buddy and I discovered how refreshing cold, really cold with ice floating on it at times, water swimming can be.  It’s addictive.  It’s a big hell yeah.  When I plunge into cold water, nothing else is occurring in my body, or mind, but OH GOD!  We climb back out and jump in again.  Eventually we start running laps and diving in again, or hiking across the tundra to the next spring fed Arctic pool of water.  We found one last year we named liquid pain.  It was barely big enough to crouch into but it must of come right out of some permafrost because it actually hurt to be in it.  We haven’t been back to that one yet this year.  For some reason it’s not high on our list.

Yep, I’m crazy.  I visit with my family, take them on camping trips, go crazy, and do crazy things to recover, like go back to work and throw my head in a cold lake every night after shift.  But the results are awesome, I’m sleeping better, letting go of weight, and becoming happy and calm again.  Once again I feel normal.

Childhood bullshit, and mis-identifying myself as a crazy bipolar person is over.

It only took me forty years to figure out, but if you put a calm person in an extremely crazy dysfunctional environment for the first sixteen years of their life, and then lock them up and call them bipolar, not only may they identify with and unconsciously adopt the symptoms, but their whole demeanor and personality can become this way as well, unfortunately this becomes the fate of many people for their entire life.

And yet, if that same person is bound and determined to find a way back to function, sanity, and calmness as a daily way of living, I can now look you in the eye and say, this is now my reality.  I hold hope for anyone, with a strong desire to find their way out of dysfunction, and into the joy stillness of being ones soul, and living one’s purpose from the inside out.  If it was possible for me, I believe it’s possible for anyone, willing and persistent enough to find their way as well.  Your path may not take as many years, because there are people like me which can help guide the willing, and it may not involve arctic ice water plunges, but that’s ok.  Find your plunge, your passions, and your paths to sanity.  IT’s Possible!




One response

14 08 2011
sea goddess

…from a sea goddess who revels in cold glacier melt waterfall showers and bathing in lakes that have ice berg bits floating in them….ahhhh……you must be a soul brother…..

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