SPA Gmachl, Bergheim. October 2012.
Sitting in the “Ruhe Raum”, in a massive circle cave chair,
facing two huge arched floor to ceiling windows in the corner.....overlooking
the Alps a mere handspan away....and we’ve had SNOW overnight!!! I am in a postcard.
My life, this moment, is a postcard. Water trickling in the background from the
indoor pool (all pearlescent tiles with aqua and deep blue lights with starry
LEDS overhead. 30 deg. The outdoor pool...meters away.....steams to 8 feet high
at 32 deg. Im pinching myself. Yep-ouch; Im really here. The first day
brilliant sunshine, the second all mist and light rain; today snow and sun zusammen.
Sunlight on the snow in the cracks where
the day before was bare rock.....I can see the firs all icing-coated on the low
and middle slopes.....clouds waft half way up....and birds fly between heaven
and earth. Time to take a dip.............
“Ohhhh, you are
joking”, I say it again and again, grin all over my face.....I swim in the
outdoor pool, out through the little covered canal that takes me from the Spa
proper to the expanse of steam, water.....and Alps: directly in front of me. I
laugh out loud at the sheer ridiculous splendour. A handsome cat-man comes
running up, dives in, and emerges beside me laughing. Nope, still not dreaming.
“Hallo” he says, grin on his face,
then swims off, through the canal into the Spa. And Im not joking.
Despite the Spa being “full”, I seem to be alone, bar the
staff and the handsome cat-man. Oh, and a curled-up woman the salt grotto. I
don’t see her at first in the quarter-light; she’s tightly woven herself into
the watery corner. I wonder if she’s somehow grown there overnight; an embryo.
Ah; she emerges. And leaves. Alone again. Magnificent solitude in the swirling
salt genesis. Everytime I immerse in here it is another ephiphany. Awarenesses
arise. Processes float to the surface, not always comfortable. I watch them,
don’t grapple. Let the waters rinse me clean; through my body tissues, through
my history. Sounds emerge from my mouth, my whole being. I Sound like a whale. Release.
Let go. Rinse. Forgiveness. Carry-on baggage finally put down. This is what I
came here for.
I wander the corridors in my cream uber thick dressing gown.
Ever on my way to the Spaaaa. The water. Waters. I could be in a mental asylum.
Perhaps I am.
The Salt Grotto
Before I am;
Embryonic.
Suspended
In Time......
there is
no Time.
Drift. Turning. Tilt, axis-swivel,
and
yield-push-reach-pull recover.
Space.
Kelp.
Along the water songlines of my body, streaming tissue-through;
Mermaid-Dugong.
Primal. Song.
Sung into existence. Gestation.
Bubble-up.
Arise, disperse.
Emergent, bubbles, Sound.
History.
My history.
Whispers..........
Developmental.
Aeon.
Waiting.
Patience.
Press.
Subside.
Shuddering.
Under snow shriven Alps; This Womb.
Re-membering.
Plop.
Chordate.
Blow. Blaow. Blaooooooh. B-b-bl-blo-bloooooh.
Ohhhhh.... !
Narelle
Carter-Quinlan October 15, 2012. Gmachl,
Bergheim bei Salzburg
