Onion Joke Headline

http://www.theonion.com/article/relationship-experts-recommend-single-women-try-ba-51831

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.

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. 

To Swim Everyday

Is my dream life.

The water is getting a bit colder now. 

Everyone says September is coming.

I refuse to believe.

Wild Swimming in the Azores

Of course, there is the memory of saltwater.

The Atlantic spreading out wild in front of you.

All the way to Greenland or South to Antarctica.  And boats.

Jellyfish and riptides and sharks to eat you and whales that wouldn't.

Being a small speck in the ocean.  Somehow the saltwater, the water of tears, is healing.

Nothing like stagnant streams and green ponds.

Wild Water Swimming

I swam in the ocean the other day.

It took me past where I was expecting, and only when it forced me on my knees on the rocks did I begin to suspect it did not love me.

Even in an undertow, I feel cradled. Even if I'm not headed where I want.  Other than the jellyfish (and a shark or two), I trust that the ocean loves me.

Maybe.

Sudbury water

During sunset. And lots of quiet.