One day you are going to look back and wonder how you made it—then you will smile simply because you did.
I was sixteen when I let go of the delusion that I could not swim without a pool bottom or sea floor in toes’ reach. Although it is quite humorous looking back on the fact that I lost the delusion halfway across a dark, murky, seemingly bottomless lake following my Camp Selah coworkers to the rocky side for no good reason other than pure gut, boredom, and temporary freedom from our counselor duties. I remember pausing midway—maybe it was a unit stop…maybe I was intentionally checking for earth, either way, I did not find any. I did not look back—I could not turn back, too late now, the once distant shore is even closer and you are swimming, no lifejacket, no floor bottom, surrounded by leaping fishing, treading turtles, and swooping fowl—you have committed yourself to the death of your 2-minutes-ago self. I bumped my knee on the rock ledge hidden beneath the ripples in the water we three had made—that is when I knew I had swum as far as I could go. That is when I could turn, I could look back. That is also when I realized how relatively small we were as people compared to the distances we must travel in life. That day I had to journey back across that lake—but forever changed, because I had met stronger me on the other side of the deep. Today I swim on—over, under, around and/or through all standing rock walls.
HERE IN THIS REALM YOU WILL FIND MY LIFE SURFACING.
THERE YOU WILL ENCOUNTER MY STORY → LOVETRIPS™
Peace, Love, Namaste & Jahla Kings & Queens ♥