Karen Blixen (under her pen name Isak Dinesen), wrote;
“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea.”
I put on some winter ‘warmth’.
In fact, I put on a little bit more than some. Enough to feel uncomfortable – and enough to feel as though I shouldn’t be diving.
And that made me really sad.
I miss the water.
I miss the pool. I miss the ocean. I miss the ocean terribly!
Diving is my escape from work.
Sometimes it is my escape from thinking – I think I think too much. HAH! you can see my problem!
It is a chance to get away from work, money, phone calls – and to concentrate on something else.
When I am underwater with my camera, I concentrate on breathing and the photograph that I am taking.
This weekend I got back in the water.
I realised that I was losing my nerve.
I also realised / worked out / remember that diving was exercise.
This thing that I love so much would help me feel better and shake this winter coat I am wearing.
I am happier today than I have been in ages.
I found that happy at the bottom of the Olympic Pool in Newmarket.
