Swimmer Watercolour by Archan Knotz

Water

As I write the word, water,

 I think of the deeply moving book by Deepa Mehta - Water-.

Water, solid and moving, cleansing, dirty, undrinkable. 

A child said, -can you believe that people pee in clean water and we don't have clean water to drink?-

This is not what I am thinking of when I submerge myself in the Northumberland Strait.

 I think of the salt in the water and how I always believed that it cleanses the aura. How this water can heal me, how it gives me my strength back, or develops new once.

 I bravely have moved away from having been a pool girl all my life to embrace the open see.

The waves sometimes so high that the red bathing cap I am wearing disappeared for some time under the waves. 

Swallowing seawater must be good for you? 

Feeling the motion of the waves through the whole day as I sit still.

I love it, I feel a connection to this precious resource. Feeling braver with every stroke.

Feeling brave in stepping out into a new adventure.