All my life I’ve loved water. That is, immersing myself in it, whether it is simply a shower, or floating in a hot tub, or swimming in a pool, or a lake or the ocean. However, because I’m such a big fan of pools, I like to see the bottom of what I’m swimming in so it has to be clear. So lakes are not usually my thing. Just my little obsession.
I learned to swim in outdoor swimming pools, that were not heated. I don’t understand why my limbs didn’t wither and fall off. Ah, the life of an Air Force kid. Great pools, but frigid water. I climbed up the ladder of swim lessons and eventually was a lifeguard for a brief period of time and taught kids to swim. Truly, I love water.
When I’m in water, I re-connect with my body and I love that sensation. I utilize swimming as a way to get ‘out of my head’. However, recently, I’m discovering that while moving in the water – all kinds of ‘watery words’ are emerging.
As I swim, I ponder the reality of the latest scene in my manuscript. Could that event take place? Would the protagonist actually say that phrase? Of course, these thoughts are interspersed with staring at other swimmers via my swim goggles or making a grocery list.
Swimming can be like meditation. Let the thought in, release that thought. In a perfect world, after swimming, I look for a place to have tea where I can settle down with my notebook and make notes of the truths that came to me while I was in the water.
Many people walk or hike to change their thinking. I head to the water. Just a different path. I’m so glad that over these many years, I can still find relief, happiness and even answers to my writing in the water. What a gift!
What do you do to find yourself?