Another one with me in the water.

April 3, 2010


I entered a pool. It was cold and dark and deep. There was a large sheet of blank, white paper involved somehow, and I descended into the water.

I was not sinking, but was being pulled deeper and deeper. I knew there was mud beneath me and I was being pulled to it.

But the pull stopped short of the mud, and I began ascending without difficulty. Without effort, really.

I surfaced at the edge of the pool, it was like a swimming pool edge–solid, finished. I held onto the edge and called for help. And called again.

Then I pulled myself from the water–of my own volition.

Photo: Whoosh by me. Taken on an iPhone with a Hipstamatic application

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elizabeth April 3, 2010 at 10:24 am

You are a swimmer. Even when you feel like you are swimming against the tide.

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