SWimMing- WaTEr
Everything forgets underwater. The body of water in the shape of a pool inside a little place called the rec center about 800 feet from my house is a sanctuary of sorts for me. Back and forth I flip and propel. The steam rises from its ripples into the mountain sky, the reflection of movement dances on the tiles below.
I lose myself in the patterns slipping and sliding over each other as I un fog my 5 dollar goggles and sweep in again watching each hand swipe in front of the other and move me forward. After about the 8th lap I lose myself, the ache in my arm goes away, the obsession of people watching and the comings and goings eludes me. Silk slips past my skin each time I move in it. My skin cells regenerate and free themselves from their constant clothed awkwardness. I am free.
It is not perfect I will admit. Granted, It is a salt water pool and it is outside so that the sun can reflect and cure me of those blues. Yet there is no swells to juxtopose me and twirl me in my own vulnerability. The water doesnt go on forever from my perspective. There are walls and it is a rectangle. I have to turn around more then I would like to. It is not an ocean. But it is a pool and one has to appreciate the security that it is there when i need it. It does always grant me the gift of flow right when it is needed most. You can not just tell yourself to flow, one has to feel it surrounding every inch of ones body. One has to dive in and let it swallow you to come out feeling new again. Refreshed, rejuvinated, remembering the continuation goes and goes and goes....
2 comments:
yaya.... man I have a lot to read. Miss you like mad!
Hmmm does somebody miss the ocean? From the sounds of it I think you have found the next best aqua sanctuary with quite a view of it's own & a similar sensation.
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