Buoyant in Spirit

I love to swim. I love the way it feels to glide through the water, feeling weightless and graceful, or to simply float with the water “holding me” as I lift up my face to a warm sun. 

This wasn’t always the case. When I was a child, my mother enrolled me in a series of swimming lessons at a local pool, and I dreaded them. I remember trying to stay on my tiptoes to keep my face above the water, or swimming a few strokes then desperately grabbing the side of the pool just to make sure it was there. I tried to get over my fear by making myself jump into the water over and over, but the fear remained.

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