Swimming in July
The feeling when you jump from a high place and fall through warm air and then hit the water. The way the bubbles explode white around you as you shoot into the dark. The light tickling as the bubbles rush across your skin.
Just the pure physical joy of thrashing your arms around in water. To fill the kid’s buckets and throw it at the sun—the way th... See more
Just the pure physical joy of thrashing your arms around in water. To fill the kid’s buckets and throw it at the sun—the way th... See more
Henrik Karlsson • Swimming in July
During an evening swim through big, slow swells, I floated on my back and peered across at San Francisco; the sun was sinking directly behind the city. All I could see was the water — dark, nearly black, the way it gets at that time of day — and the scalloped top of the city’s silhouette, like a floating citadel. Atlantean, in that light. I ha
... See morerobinsloan.com • The Plunge
“Water is versatile. It can be big and powerful, it can quench thirst, it can be healing, it can drown us. It finds its own level, always. That is, water is always seeking balance and has a place it has to go. It can be scarce, it is necessary. We’re utterly, devastatingly dependent on it. It’s beautiful and tragic and it feeds us sometimes. When w
... See moreadrienne maree brown • Emergent Strategy: Shaping Change, Changing Worlds
I used to have these elaborate theories that maybe there was something about the movement of the body and the water that magically sparked a deeper consciousness. But I’ve really come to realize the obvious thing, which is that these are simply the most unburdened spaces in my life, the moments in which I have the greatest uninterrupted intimacy wi... See more
Maria Popova • Maria Popova — Cartographer of Meaning in a Digital Age
So, as I was saying, I was swimming by the cliffs. Every day, walking up and down the coast I found new places to dive in. I got interested in high diving—something I had been too much of a coward to do as a kid. I felt a childish excitement for water. The kids on the beach would look at me, whisper, and laugh. That is one of the pleasures of youth... See more
Henrik Karlsson • Almost Everyone I’ve Met Would Be Well-Served Thinking More About What to Focus On
The art of swimming – she supposed like any art – was about purity. The more focused you were on the activity, the less focused you were on everything else. You kind of stopped being you and became the thing you were doing.