Thanks for checking in on me. I had an incredible swim tonight. I love the feeling of my body moving through the water. I can feel my muscles move, propelling my mass forward, and the glide that follows. It's all so clean and fluid, like a seduction of flow.
I'm okay. I don't know - a bit erratic I guess, but feeling okay with that. It's all part of the process.
That reminds me of a poem I once memorized. Can't remember the name of the poem, or the poet, or even if these are the right words, but here goes:
"When I'm in a field I'm the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk the air parts before me and always the air fills in the spaces where my body's been.
We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole."
