Night swim with my green girl

A lovely and sweet human that I’m glad I had the privilege to meet..had the knowledge of a local. She showed me a swim spot that was hotttt. Not too crowded. Just right for me. A dock on the left and the right. The right side for dingees. A perfect dive into the sea on the left side accompanied with a ladder. Most days of the summer I would come here with the girls after our work day. We would float and wait for high tide so that we could jump from higher up. I love it there, truly. I am of the sea. Peace arrives after a dive, and nestles after a long swim. It’s medicine. My girl green as a leaf, Jade; she would join me for a night swim. I wished deeply for a swim with her. Often, our conflicting schedules only brought opportunities for night adventures. Sam, her husband would join us for our visit to the dock. I call her my green girl on the note of her name, well rather, her nickname. The word “my” used lightly, only to convey her commitment to me, and my devotion to her. Anyways, the three of us, Jade, Sam, and I travel down to the dock. Jade and I are hiding our swimsuits under our clothes. Sam wouldn’t be swimming with us. I held onto his passionate “no.”

The night had fully arrived and whichever phase the moon was in, left quite little illumination. We shined our telly flashlights onto the water. The ocean only sent our light back at us, and shone a murky murky murky green. Maybe I’d call it a jade green. Fuzzy. The water looked fuzzy. Sam keeps our dry clothes safe. We pencil dive in. Right as I get out of the water, a child upon the dock says “I know you!” and points at me. It’s one of my campers, from my forest day camp this summer. The week before this night swim, he & his twin brother had been apart of my group for the week. We can call my camper, Harry, and his twin brother we can call, Nigel. I climb up the ladder quickly. Harry starts shouting “Nigel! Nigel! It’s the girl from the woods”. Sam and Jade are laughing. Especially Sam. We walk up the dock ramp, and there is a swarm of young boys. My two campers are clearly the youngest there. They’re both 8. All the other boys are teenagers for sure. Once I’m at the top of the ramp, a dynamic has made itself known to me. The swim spot is just off this residential area with a basketball Court, and a small playground. Families vacation here. At night, this is where they can congregate. Harry, and Nigel are entertainment for the older boys. Some of the older boys are recording harry as he hops up into the empty life guard chair. Other boys are recording Nigel hitting the griddy. Where are their parents? These social influences bother me. Harry and Nigel are young. Sam, Jade and I leave. I’m a bit disheveled. Work follows me closely. As does my wish for young boys to have healthy influences, and meaningful attention. Does a balance exist between accommodating for individuals and fostering comfort within ones archetype? We tell boys what not to be before we tell them what to be. If we began with how one should be & behave, maybe knowing what not to be could serve a better role as a side effect. It was nice to be remembered as the girl from the woods though I am a lead educator. The connection between the children, the forest, and magic is what I wish to foster. I could be the girl from the woods to young children, forever.