Swimming! Just thinking of it makes me smile. It is so much fun. Despite the fact that it is lethal in one moment of slipped concentration or presence of mind, it is so much fun to float along in the water. My roommate has been extremely helpful in helping me trying to overcome the fear of water and embrace what is natural to the body. The first step was joining in the class and getting into the pool. I had my technique wrong for an hour and was bored easily, as I could do nothing that helped me stay afloat. But, I got into the pool of water. I got into it, period! And that to me has been a phenomenal achievement. The next day, despite the sore shoulder, I went into the pool, flapped my legs and started kicking. It took me most of the hour to get the technique to a decent shape, but I managed to kick once or twice with great gusto. It was a revolution. By the time I came out of the pool, I hardly had the strength to even hold a knife. I managed to glide along the day, with little gusto...
Musings of my inward-eye...