Friday, August 1, 2008
There is a beautiful pond several miles from my home, it is perfect and seems to be from another time and place altogether. In a way it is a lost treasure found by only a few who are willing to venture outside of the city and explore the greater metropolis of Boston. Jamaica pond truly is a magical and beautiful place and it was my dear friend Tiffany that introduced me to this sacred space at the beginning of the summer, since our first adventure to the pond I have since returned several times and have found an immense amount of love for this truly magical place. When Tiffany introduced me to this beautiful place we rode and parked our bikes near the boat house and began wandering around the pond until we found the perfect place to sit, talk, read and eat good food. We climbed a tree with a large branch that hung out over the pond and straddled the large branch facing each other. We hung our bags on nearby branches and just sat and soaked up the sun. We let it wash over our bodies making us feel rich and full. As we sat and talked about boys, religion, and life we peeled oranges and let the juice run down our arms. Time seemed to have slipped through the cracks of eternity giving us the opportunity to taste a bit of the divine. Before we left we decided that calling this supremely divine pond by its proper name would simply not suffice, so we decided to re-name the pond and came up with the name Oda walla. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I do know that Oda Walla is a place where magic may occur. So no matter where you are in your life go on an adventure find a place of solitude and let time just wash by you.