Showing posts with label still swimming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label still swimming. Show all posts

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Day 211

I'm slicing through the water at dusk. It's cool silk and I'm traveling on the bottom, the little squares of blue passing fast beneath me.
I'm on my own. I swim up to a grey sky already claimed by darting bats. The crows fly slow and steady toward their night nests. The wind picks up.
It's the shift change up there and down here, I'm on my own.

It'll take some getting used to, this. The usual suspects, though I've already waded through most of the stages on the way. It became a hard choice. It became a call of will and a set jaw. It hurt. It cost.
I could think lots of thoughts. I could try to shape this breakup into a piece that would fit the whole. I could speculate on the curriculum. On silver linings and better days.

But I don't. I don't need to. I've been here before, and then some. It is what it is. And it is done. I have no desire to look past now.

So I swim, as I have every day for about a month. I feel strength returning. My strokes are firmer, they take me farther. My breath lasts longer. Today is a clean day with sharp edges.
I'm focused on practical things. Mostly. Just...in the back of my mind an idea moves closer, silently on cat feet. I slide through the water, it's a tiger keeping pace through the tall grass, seen only in glimpses.
I tell myself I'm okay. I'm on my own.
And the grass whispers of freedom.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Day 50

I've uploaded a bunch of photos for a tutorial on the making of a papier mache poppet sculpture.

But I'm tired and it's nearly midnight and I'm going to bed.

I seem to be saying that a lot lately, that I'm tired. Well, it's true. Life hasn't been so easy these last months and I'm trying very hard to make things better.
I figure it makes perfect sense to be tired and I'm certain that I'm in a lot of really good company, not to mention one weary little hobbit, who seems to be teaching a lot about perseverance to a little boy and his mother.

So, to all of you who are tired from keeping on, Iwish you rest and renewal to wake up and go again tomorrow. I'll be right there with you.

g'night