Last weekend, we were battered by Storm Babet. My city sits within a basin of five rivers inside a circle of seven hills. In the southeast, the Don burst its banks and flooded Catcliffe. In the southwest, the Porter plunged my local park underwater and turned my cellar floor black. I climbed up and down the steps to my basement, checking for damp.
Not anticipating the storm event, I’d put Ladybower Reservoir on Dylan’s programme for a Saturday afternoon trip. Dylan’s visual schedule is important to him, but we can make changes when necessary. Dylan listens carefully if we tell him that something is ‘broken’ or ‘closed’, then he gets his felt tip pen and puts a cross through it. Thanks to Storm Babet, this is what I would have to do.
But the drive to Dylan’s care home, north of the city, wasn’t so bad. I figured the high road over the moors to Ladybower might be passable. The Snake Pass would be closed, for sure, but perhaps we could get to the dam. And while we wouldn’t be able to do the walk I’d planned, there would be something there today that I knew would thrill Dylan.
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Up on Strines moor, in the Dark Peak, I drive slowly across the streams and waterfalls fording the tarmac. Storm water is a force from the hills, tumbling through woodland and between the crevices of drystone walls, gushing across fields and over roads, down into the valley below. The reservoirs are brimming tears today, but the rain has stopped. The sky is brightening. ‘Splash’ says Dylan as I drive down the centre of the road, water spraying around the car.
At Ladybower, as predicted, The Snake is closed, but there are parked cars and a small group of people gathered around the spot I’m heading for. We pull on wellies, extend our walking poles, and head for the dam. As we approach, Dylan squeals and jumps into the air. He has pieced it together. Mummy has brought him to see the plugholes.
Today, they are a riot of churning water. Dylan jockeys his way to the front and hooks his arms over the wall. He greets the reservoir, splicing the air with his hands in a water-worshipping gesture of respect. He scrunches his eyes. Goes ‘bah bah bah’. He will stay there now for maybe 40 minutes, doing what he does. Counting, I think. Following the journey of a single drop, perhaps. Committing the water into his visual memory. I stand behind him, keeping an eye. I smile at other visitors. Explain or apologise if Dylan is blocking a photograph. I encourage him to take a step sideways, let someone else in.
Most people are understanding. The majority are probably here for similar reasons to me and Dylan. On pilgrimage. Men with enormous lenses and recording equipment, settling in. Dylan won’t allow me to take photos. I try to think of as many ways of describing the foaming water with words as I can. Top of a Guinness. Cherry Meringue Pie. Chantilly Lace. Old Snow.
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Not everyone is so understanding. Recently, I had an email from the care home to say there’d been an incident. Dylan had tried to bite one of his carers while on a trip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. I read the email a few times before it made any sense. The park is Dylan’s favourite place in the world. He has been going there since he was a baby. He held his 21st Birthday Party there. It’s where he goes to celebrate and rejoice. There shouldn’t be any problem taking Dylan there, providing staff stick to the drill. This, of course, means allowing Dylan the time he needs at the weir.
I emailed to ask if the incident had happened there. Perhaps staff had tried to move Dylan on before he was ready. You must let Dylan work through his water ritual. Counting or following water droplets or becoming one with the water or whatever it is. He will be ready in his own time. If Dylan’s in the zone, he must not be disturbed. I’m sorry he tried to bite, but interrupting Dylan’s water-watching will make him frustrated. If there isn’t time to let him stand at the weir, better not to take him at all.
As I wait for Dylan by the plug hole, I remember this exchange. How long will we be here today I wonder. I get out my book. I carry a slim volume to pass the time when Dylan halts at water or doesn’t want me to talk. Today, it’s Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. ‘Water, water everywhere’ I say to Dylan. Eventually, he peels off and we wade through rivers of rain to a bench with a view of the reservoir. Dylan gets out his sandwiches. Gazes ahead, at the water.
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Recently, I came across a reference to ‘Blue Mind’, a phenomenon first recognised and named by Wallace J. Nichols in 2014. Martinez (2022) describes Blue Mind as a mildly meditative state. ‘Water in the ocean, rivers, lakes and even baths’, she explains, ‘can make us feel calmer, increase well-being and boost creativity.’ Could Blue Mind Theory explain Dylan’s relationship with water? I read on with interest.
Alexandra Benedict reports that a review of 35 studies investigating Blue Mind (by BlueHealth2020) concluded there is a positive association between proximity to water and improved mental health. Martinez (2022) identifies some of the ways in which Blue Mind acts on us physically and mentally:
- Bodies of water trigger involuntary attention, which is essential to problem-solving and creativity.
- Water increases the neurotransmitters dopamine, sometimes called the feel-good hormone; serotonin, also known as the happiness hormone; and oxytocin, described as the cuddle hormone; and decreases cortisol, described as the stress hormone.
- Water is a source of awe that expands a person’s compassion.
- The color, sound and feel of water can lower pulse rate and increase feelings of calmness.
These claims could offer plausible explanations for the way Dylan experiences water. Certainly, water absorbs his attention. The concentration with which he focuses puts my own attempt at study to shame. I don’t know whether Dylan is more creative and logical as a result, but I’d be surprised if these attributes weren’t part of the water-gazing process. Happiness? Check. Awe? Check. Compassion? Not sure.
This feels like something and nothing, but I’m intrigued enough to read on. Blue Mind Theory, according to Martinez, enables people to improve their well-being through the use of water. We can experience Blue Mind, she argues, by going for a swim; having a bath; visiting an aquarium; or drinking a glass of water. Staying hydrated is good sense whatever colour your mind, but what of the other suggestions?
As it happens, Dylan loves them all, deriving significant benefit from bathing, swimming, and trips to sea life centres. Other favourite activities, such as hot tub sessions and visits to museums which feature water installations (Eureka, the Children’s Museum of Science in Halifax, and Magna, the Science Adventure Centre in Rotherham, for example), may well come under the category ‘Blue Mind Theory’. As, would Dylan’s love of splashing in puddles, walking by rivers and reservoirs, and trips to plugholes.
This is hardly a Eureka moment. I noticed Dylan’s love of underwater scenes in Disney movies when he was a small child. He adores Ariel the mermaid (coincidentally, his second name). He is happiest in the sea (can it really be coincidence that Dylan means ‘son of the sea’?). He hunts for watering cans, bottles, hoses, and cans to upend or spray (concentrating carefully or squealing with delight). He points to the activities on his weekly schedule demanding: ‘wa-er, wa-er, wa-er’. No, the fact that Dylan likes swimming, bathing, underwater worlds and walking by water is not new.
What is potentially helpful, however, is a language for this. If we have a way of talking about Dylan’s love of water (Blue Mind) it’s easier to understand and explain it. And if there’s a theory about why this might be beneficial to Dylan, there’s more chance that water-based activities will be systematically planned. That’s got to be a good thing, not just for Dylan but for all Blue Mind Babes. Now where did I put my swimming costume?
Sources:
All images are freestock.
Benedict, A. (2023) The Writer and Nature. https://www.rlf.org.uk/showcase/alexandra-benedict-wan/
Martinez, S. (2022) What Is Blue Mind Theory? https://www.mibluesperspectives.com/stories/mental-health/what-is-blue-mind-theory
Nichols, W.J. (2014) Blue Mind