Friday, February 26, 2016

Lynne Cox, Swimmer

Have I mentioned that I am in contact with Lynne Cox??

At least on FB, we've been messaging.

She's swum to Antarctica.  And it's the name of her book.

I miss swimming in Brooklyn. Regularly.

There are other pools, but I miss nature.....

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Her Being Alone in the House

She was left alone.  Which was fine with her.

The swimsuit was pretty much in shreds, and all she had was the old jacket of his.  At least he was kind enough to keep her from being cold.

Other than the collar around her neck, she was able to examine her bruises in complete isolation.

She was able to walk around the house, after the shower, and investigate.  She even attempted leaving.  The alarms were on, no matter what she opened.  And she was certain there were cameras as well.

But she got a tremendous shock everytime she tried to pass any threshold.  The basement windows, the front door.  And it was a constant shock, not merely a fleeting boundary.

She was also able to see the fences which bordered the yard.  Which was large, and surrounded by hedges and trees. The steel and barbed wire formed a circle around the entire yard.  The fence only opened from the control in his car (SHE ASSUMED)

She was trapped.
She knew it, and she knew that he would know her state of mind.  That's why he was being so gentle, he knew he had time.
And that she would panic eventually.

Or, based on his hesitation last night, he might be a human, after all.

He had her in a submissive position, literally.  She was practically naked, and if he had wanted to assault her then, it was a perfect opportunity.

In fact, in her mind, she had already accepted that fact.  She had been preparing her mind, digging up past unsuccessful boyfriends and dental visits.  Keep a smile and bear through it.
Say whatever he wanted, even if it meant being quiet and sensitive.
He had done all this to get her, after all.
What did he think, that this would endear him to her??

He obviously did.

The night before, he hesitated, awkwardly. WHY??
He couldn't maintain an erection.
They both laughed.
They were both tired.
He was NICE to her.
He was terrified himself.
They ALMOST acted like a couple
(Was this the syndrome where she identified with her captor?)

She looked around for weapons, anyway.

She found rope and a few knives.  She cut the rope so that it was weakened at every 5 feet.
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That left her with 4 approaches/conclusions, and they all overlapped.

1. She should be terrified
2. She should play romantic to get out alive
3. She should feel him out because he plans to keep her trapped for a while
4. He is going to kill her as soon as he gets back


Friday, November 20, 2015

Film of Woman Swimming Nude in All Weather in Wales

It's a lovely short film.

http://matadornetwork.com/tv/woman-swims-naked-year-round-snowdonias-cold-mountain-lakes-resulting-film-beautiful/

The nudity isn't as prominent as the bubbles.

She seems to have done it herself, so she gets to focus on what it means to her.  Not just some random, this is what she does.  It's HER perspective.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Swimming in the Fall

Sometimes, it's like diving into a painting.

I try to put all of my emotions into the visual, and none into touch. Or temperature.

It's happened before. Happens a lot. I'm amazed at how numb I am during most of life. But it's the transitions. It's the shock of the change.

Maybe that's what I love. 


Monday, August 31, 2015

To Swim Everyday

Is my dream life.
The water is getting a bit colder now. 
Everyone says September is coming.
I refuse to believe.