 I am grateful that the pool is open today, Thanksgiving.
I am grateful that there is only one other lap swimmer and that the pool is quiet. I am grateful that the pool water is almost warm. I am grateful that my back feels pretty good today. I am grateful that my goggles don't leak. I am grateful that I finally learned to swim. I am grateful that I persisted despite anxiety and old trauma. I am grateful for Kathy, my good and sensitive teacher. I am grateful for the support of the buoyant water, beneath me. I am grateful for all the air to breathe, above me. I am grateful for the black line on the bottom of the pool, straight, consistent, repetitive little tiles, counting breath, like a mantra. I am grateful for a long reach. I am grateful for a strong pull. I am grateful for flutter kick and hip rotation and high elbow. I am grateful for the sensuous pleasure of the water flowing over my skin, my muscles. I am grateful for the whoosh of water past my ears, the slight tang of chlorine in my mouth. I am grateful to float in stillness, to surrender tension to the water and feel restored. I am grateful that swimming has triumphed over pain. I am grateful, every moment, for what the water has given me. |
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