The Yoga of Swimming
I step into the cold pond, each step a bit more of a shiver, my feet happy and a little nervous on the rounded rocks and moss. My friend surges ahead of me and drives up, splashing me with cold and life. I know I need to take another step and let go, sink in to my shoulders, but I also know that yelping will likely be involved as well as the urge to run back out. But retreat is not an option; surrender is.
I jump in, shiver, yell, thrash around, and give myself...read more