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I was talking on Shakesville about the one physical activity I can do, that hasn't been taken away because of my pain. In fact, because of its very nature, it's an ideal activity in relation to my pain.

I like to go swimming.

I'm not very good, I must say. I'm a terrible swimmer, really. I'm rather uncoordinated at the best of times and I'm sure my strokes are all wrong. I get tired very quickly and I get tense cause sometimes, I'm scared I'll drown (because I'm so bad at swimming). Despite that, I still love being in the water.

Being at the beach brings me the most joy. I like pools, particularly salty warm ones, but the beach is where I'm happiest.

When I'm in the water, gravity is hampered. I float, my body floats. Suddenly, that constant pull is no longer there. The pull against my body, my organs, the scarring and adhesions is gone. In that water, I move like I can't on land, on my feet.

I dip, I dive, I frolic, I cavort. I laugh and I splash, I soak in the sun and the salt. Afterwards, I lie in the sun with my feet in the soft white sand, and I listen to my heavy breaths and feel the roar and the pulse of my blood, singing with oxygen and moving like a torrent through my tired body.

The world under the surface is a wonderland. It's so blue, so cool and endless. It is not calm, not gentle. The water pulls you back and forth, and fish dart about, transluscent and flashing like living crystals. They see me and dart away. Some see me and consider me.

Algae and kelp twist and sway in the ever-present currents. An unknown world waits to be explored, if one is brave enough to dip down below the surface. To go there one must fly through the water, soar over the dips in the limestone reefs, glide among the clouds of sand stirred up by the breakers.

In that world, I forget I hurt. I forget that my body holds me back. I would be there forever, searching and learning and finding new things to fill me with awe. I would know every fish, every crustacean, every little copepod and worm and sea-slug and invertebrate. I would wait for the whales to pass through the waters on their way to mate. I would watch the dolphins hunt. I would chase sea lions and laugh at their games. I would do all these things.

But I am a land creature. I return to my house, walking on dry ground, gravity pulling at my aching insides.

In the hardest moments, when the pain is too much... In the moments when it's cold and I'm tired and unhappy with the way things are... In those times when I feel alone or fed up, I think of the water, not so far away, just over the hill, calling to me in the night with angry breakers.

I close my eyes and I'm there again. I go to sleep and I dream of breathing in the blue, not just visiting it, but thriving in it and losing myself to it. There, I feel truly free.

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Date: 2009-12-04 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melalucci.livejournal.com
This was a very nice piece of writing, Nancy. :) I love the beach, too.

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Date: 2009-12-04 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] logansrogue.livejournal.com
*hugs* Thanks darling. :)

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Date: 2009-12-04 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sir-devans.livejournal.com
That was beautiful Nancy. I'd like to feel that way about something, someday.

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Date: 2009-12-04 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bunny-m.livejournal.com
Beautifully evocative writing.

Although I love the ocean, it's untamed power, it's immensity, the immediate feeling of being a minuscule part of something mind-bendingly large, I hate the beach in the Summer daytime. (The sand, the wind, the heat and most especially the burning sunlight...)

If you ever want someone to join you at the water's edge at night or in the Winter, I'm your huckleberry. ;)
Edited Date: 2009-12-04 09:09 am (UTC)

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Date: 2009-12-04 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangedave.livejournal.com
Now I want to go and hang out at the ocean in the middle of the night.

Seriously, you ever decide you want to go and wander on the beach in the middle of the night, just ask. Sounds wonderful. I love the crash of the waves and cool sand between my toes. Beach on a hot day is good too, but beach at night is magical.

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Date: 2009-12-04 02:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] logansrogue.livejournal.com
I think I would be too scared to be at the beach at night right now. Maybe in a group of people.

I'm just aching for sun and sand right now. I miss my warm sunny summer days at the beach.

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Date: 2009-12-04 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangedave.livejournal.com
I'm itching to hang out at the beach day or night, small groups or large.

I'll let you know any time there is a group of us heading down.

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Date: 2009-12-04 04:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] logansrogue.livejournal.com
Do it! Would love to come along! But not for a few days - have fallen to the Communists.

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Date: 2009-12-05 09:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangedave.livejournal.com
Damn Communists!

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Date: 2009-12-05 09:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] logansrogue.livejournal.com
Don't worry, Capitalism shall prevail. For a little while at least.

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Date: 2009-12-05 09:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangedave.livejournal.com
I think I was hoping for the anarchists to win. Hoist the black flag!

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Date: 2009-12-05 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] logansrogue.livejournal.com
No, the anarchy is the endo. We don't want that to win.

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