Daniel James Jackson's long-form thoughts on things that be on his mind, plus things from others that spawn such thoughts.
I must apologize to planet Earth because of the all the clean water I have been wasting for the last two months. As the Earth lover I am it is unacceptable to take hour-long showers almost everyday - I even passed out in the shower for three hours plus one not-so-sober night! For this I am sorry.
Who does not love a steamy shower? Especially when life throws unexpected curve-balls that sort of change everything or at least your perspective on life and shit. Growing up in a world of eternal summers, I am used to going to the beach or to some pool and swim or float until my mind has cleared out of all the gibberish. Nothing compares to the zen quality you get when you feel the water on your skin or just listen to it run.
Having zero access to a decent place to swim, these long showers were my only option. This morning, while getting ready to go to work, I did something I had never done before: instead of letting go of all thoughts, I stood in the shower for thirty minutes trying to figure out why is it that water has this effect on me. I think I finally figured it out.
When water touches your skin you can actually feel that contact, something that you can barely get from air. Actually having your entire skin feeling a connection with the outside world is so very liberating. It is a high. Having every nerve working and sending signals to your brain activates that desire to stop thinking rational (and irrational) thoughts. And it works - you feel more than you think.
The only thing that I can think of that compares to this feeling is a caption I once read under a photograph of a naked woman being held by a man: there is nothing truer than the vulnerability of a lover’s naked embrace.
I love the power of water.
(via SpanishSahara)
