Craving the weightlessness
........ terrible way to start a morning. Bad news from home, then I proceed to squirt orange juice all over myself. *grumps* Here's to hoping the day gets better.
Recently I've had a craving to go to the beach. I swear my very soul is yearning to play in the waves and just float in the water. It's been this way since I went to CA 2 weeks ago and didn't swim then.
Since I can't get anywhere near a beach for another 2 weeks, I'm willing to settle for second best: Swimming pool. I've always taken to the water like a fish; it may have to do with being a Pisces, who knows. All I know is I get this huge adrenaline rush from being able to twist and turn in the water. My body size and shape don't matter, for I can jump and float or sink and swim. I've always had strange cravings for the water.
When we were younger, when someone was in a bad mood at my house, it wasn't uncommon to have the person thrown in the pool, clothes and all. I remember one time when my sister was in an especially temperamental mood and, for some odd reason, she ended up thrown in the pool. Following her went the rest of us, laughing and splashing in all our clothing. My jeans were ruined as a result, but man was it fun.
I think I'm drawn to the water because it reminds me of family. We had a pool at the house I grew up in and we were always throwing these huge pool parties. Our house was the hangout. We'd have barbecues, swim parites, you name it. There was this sense of community, of family and friendship all based off of the swimming pool. My feeling is that nowadays because I don't have that anymore, that pool with all those wonderful memories, I look to the water in general. You can be as strong as you want in the water. You can carry those who are bigger than you. It's a glorious feeling.
When I went to Europe and we went to the beach, the water was amazingly clear. it was so beautiful to be able to float there in the soft waves and actually see your toes touching the bottom of the beach. That was really where the wonderful appreciation to weightlessness came from: Being in France and floating in the Mediterranean Sea. It made me appreciate the water for what it is, this moving entity that never seems to cease it's movement.
*sigh* Now I want to go swimming. I wonder if anyone has a pool that I could go swim in this week or weekend. That sounds fun.
@~>~~
Recently I've had a craving to go to the beach. I swear my very soul is yearning to play in the waves and just float in the water. It's been this way since I went to CA 2 weeks ago and didn't swim then.
Since I can't get anywhere near a beach for another 2 weeks, I'm willing to settle for second best: Swimming pool. I've always taken to the water like a fish; it may have to do with being a Pisces, who knows. All I know is I get this huge adrenaline rush from being able to twist and turn in the water. My body size and shape don't matter, for I can jump and float or sink and swim. I've always had strange cravings for the water.
When we were younger, when someone was in a bad mood at my house, it wasn't uncommon to have the person thrown in the pool, clothes and all. I remember one time when my sister was in an especially temperamental mood and, for some odd reason, she ended up thrown in the pool. Following her went the rest of us, laughing and splashing in all our clothing. My jeans were ruined as a result, but man was it fun.
I think I'm drawn to the water because it reminds me of family. We had a pool at the house I grew up in and we were always throwing these huge pool parties. Our house was the hangout. We'd have barbecues, swim parites, you name it. There was this sense of community, of family and friendship all based off of the swimming pool. My feeling is that nowadays because I don't have that anymore, that pool with all those wonderful memories, I look to the water in general. You can be as strong as you want in the water. You can carry those who are bigger than you. It's a glorious feeling.
When I went to Europe and we went to the beach, the water was amazingly clear. it was so beautiful to be able to float there in the soft waves and actually see your toes touching the bottom of the beach. That was really where the wonderful appreciation to weightlessness came from: Being in France and floating in the Mediterranean Sea. It made me appreciate the water for what it is, this moving entity that never seems to cease it's movement.
*sigh* Now I want to go swimming. I wonder if anyone has a pool that I could go swim in this week or weekend. That sounds fun.
@~>~~