Monday, December 3, 2012


Is the water in front of me. Serene and unruffled. Waiting for my form to flow through, sleek and smooth, arms cutting into it like a knife but with only the smallest ripples. No splash or crash or noise. No excess. The lights above cast my reflection on the bottom and I watch my arms power down into the water, body long, gliding.
I move through the water and it moves through me. Nothing extraneous, just this movement powered by me. No racquet, ball, or bat just this body and its power, its motion to send me on. My chaotic thoughts churn like the water I kick up behind me but unlike those small waves they won’t settle into stillness. Pellucid. I would like to be.


Sydney Shop Girl said...

Swimming is as special to me as your words describe.

Thank you for putting it all into words, Catherine!

SSG xxx

Sarah said...

You've taught me a word I didn't know before.

Pellucid I would like to be too!

Beutifully descriptive Catherine. Swimming, especially underwater, really does take you to another place doesn't it?

Catherine said...

Thanks for understanding, my international friends! Now if I could learn to breathe underwater it would be nirvana.

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