Our trip to Big Rocks Park in Glen Rose, Texas came at the end of an emotionally thick week. That Tuesday had been the Lunar Eclipse Full Moon in Capricorn. Emotions were flowing and lots of things that had been lying dormant were rising to the surface both individually and in ways that overlapped with the three of us, thanks to Mercury Retrograde.
Brawn’s truck had been in the shop (and still is). Us all being home together for the majority of the time over the span of the week and a new schedule brought different challenges. We were all doing the best we could, but our feelings were powerful and on the rise. Perhaps an overflowing was occurring to aid in releasing what no longer fit into who it is we are becoming. A purging of sorts.
After back and forthing all week on whether or not the mini-road trip would happen, Thursday night we made a plan and Friday morning we were out the door. An hour later than what we intended. But we made it happen nonetheless.
Water, trees, fresh air, new scenery - I had been craving it all since the last Total Solar Eclipse New Moon earlier in the month. Nature heals.
Visiting Big Rocks Park in Glen Rose was like stepping into a minature version of Austin’s backyard with the Green Belt and all its various swimming holes - but closer to home and with far less people.
We totally winged this trip in true Megan-fashion. Some items that would have made our experience more enjoyable would have been hats, sunscreen, floats, a life jacket for Sawyer, water shoes, chairs to sit in the water, an earlier arrival times, and a cooler with drinks and snacks. All in all we only stayed for about an hour before we decide to trek home.
Our trip did indeed end with some screaming on all of our parts. Sawyer was wanting for a float so badly, when his eye met the loaner life jacket rack near the exit (and the main road) he made a b-line to grab one for himself, not listening to us as we called him back to the water. Seeing your almost seven-year-old bolt towards a busy road when you’re in the water and at a distance from him is jolting, to say the least.
Once Brawn caught up to him, we sat near the picnic tables, went to the restroom, argued with Sawyer for a bit, he cried and then we left.
This wild boy-soul in such a tiny body has always had a mind of his own. I know it’s not just our kid who makes his own rules and breaks all the boundaries, but it sure does make me curious how he’s going to use this powerful energy of his as he gets older. Most of the time I feel at odds with how to approach being the parent he needs me to be.
I always feel grateful when the moments of listening, understanding, and hugs roll back around. This kid and I have a special kind of relationship. We trigger each other, hard and love each other even harder.
I have a feeling we’ll be visiting Big Rocks Park again soon enough. I’d love to go back when we have more time to explore together with the proper supplies. I would have felt a lot safer if Sawyer had an appropriate life jacket. There were many places where the water was only ankle-high, but it is a river and there are places where the current takes over. Even if the water level is still shallow.
With water shoes, it would allow us to walk more freely on the rocks, in the water and out. This Texas heat makes the ground super hot. Some of the rocks are slippery or sharp. Water shoes are the way to go. Or so I observed from the other Big Rock Park-goers around me.
There were moments of this trip where I got the serene letting go I had envisioned. Sitting in the water as it flowed around and past my body. Tadpoles swimming beside me. The cool water against me, hot sun above. Sawyer’s laughter. Brawn’s smiles. Deep breathes. Though there were trying and unsettling moments, and the overall trip was brief - I’m glad we had a go of it anyways.
The highs, the lows. I’ll take it all. #HumanExperience