What diving means to me

[BobSch]

A while back there was a thread called "What diving means to me". There was some excellent answers straight from the heart by many divers. I'd like to add to that thread and hope it will cause a lot more of you to join in. Last November I gave my grandniece a gift for her "Bat Mitzvah" an introductory dive at the underwater museum of Ceasera, Israel. I just came along for the ride because she dove with a diving instuctor. It was a lot of fun but I saw just how my grandniece was so focus on diving and whats going around her that my heart filled up with pride. Upon arriving at home my grandniece went up to her room and wrote a few lines and I'd liked to share them with you:

Another World ​

I’m shiftingforwards with slow movements without gravity. Everything is moving with me with the same backwards forwards movements. A cloud of fish the seize of a fingernail blocksthe sun from my eyes; I’m a diver. I checkhow much air I have left- not much, I can probably can dive for about anotherfive minutes. With limited time I feel like in a dream that about to befinished. Without desire to go back to where I belong, hungry for an underseaadventure I go up.


Bat Mitzvah: a celebration for a girl reaching the age of 12.

 

[SnorkelLA]

I didn't know girls even had Bat Mitzvahs. Looks like the diving bug bit her though! And it sticks, it bit me when I was 16 or 17, and I haven't stopped since, even if sometimes my job gets in the way. I'v been thinking of switching gears in my career and going into underwater photography or training as a divemaster to share my passion for the sport. Back at the time I got certified I was involved in some stuff I shouldn't have been in, and meeting new friends while diving helped me to have a hobby that I could do with people, instead of the bad crowd I was running with.

 

[DivemasterDennis]

I wrote the poem below after my first day of "real" ocean diving. That was a long time ago.
DivemasterDennis

UNDERWATER MEMORY

Beneath the world of land and sky
Is another world; a world that I
Have visited for a time, but could not stay
As long as I wanted. This world of ray
And shark, of fish and whale, of wonderful creatures
Of strange colors, shapes, and features
Lies beneath the foam and waves of the sea.
Ancient reefs call to me
To come and share in their beauty,
To bathe in their serenity.
This deep blue world of perfection
Massages my soul, and relieves the tension
Of living on the noisy land,
For here no noise disturbs the sand
Or coral or walls or caves,
Nor are they disturbed by waves
Which crash around the land world's rim.
This deep blue world remains calm in dim
Subdued light, filtered and made gentle by the depths.
I feel a part, but am only a guest
In this undersea Eden
From which I must depart for a season,
Left to remember, and to anticipate the day
When I may return.

 

[tyesai]

A couple of weeks ago my brother asked me why I dove and I just kind of started writing. I posted it in the blog section as it was pretty lengthy and kind of fun to do so I may do some more but check it out and give me feedback....

 

[j2s]

Zen .....

 

[BobSch]

DM Dennis great work!!! Really like your poem. As for me if it's rolling off the side of boat or walking in the sea from the beach it's an instant conection with nature and all her glory. Into a different world of dim light and total quite. And lets not forget the relaxing part of diving being in "0"gravity floating in space! Almost like flying!
Keep up the good work
R Schneider