curious....
From water I came.... I'm confident one day water will take me home.
Swim team whole life (I was that green-haired kid in grade school....) Competitive swimming from age 5, Diving team, swim team, lifesaving, etc.
Sinus surgery in High School (I guess 4 - 6 hours in a hyper-chlorinated public pool every day for 10 years is NOT good for you... who knew?) abruptly ended my swimming career. Became a runner.
Always a fisherman - from age 10. Avid fisherman. Salt water, fresh water, fly, spin, whatever. Brief state record holder, etc.
Kayaker. That's another story sometime.
I need to be near water. Its in my soul. I lived in the valleys far from water for the first 38 years of my life - but always stayed near the water - every weekend to fish, to kayak, to walk, to dream, to pray. Lake, stream, delta, river, ocean...it doesn't matter much. The unspeakable draw is hard to explain to non-water people. I know most of you get it. I look at the water, and I see the thoughtful hand of a loving creator. Simply the fact it freezes from the top down (unlike most non-water liquids) to protect the life within is so miraculous. I have given years of thought to water - its creation, its purpose, its fundamental importance, its priceless value to each of us. The cleansing, the sustenance, the refreshing, the rebirth typology of emersion, the renewal after a rain. It's too intense for me to even write here about. I well up, even now. I need it in my life.
Now I live moments from the beach. I will never again live farther from water that I do now.
K