Two years ago post chemo my husband built us a dream of mine, a bio pond, a swimming place for me and gathering place for the family. I swam all summer with my new body in the sun, under the barn swallows dipping and frogs along the edges coming alive at night. Last spring was another large surgery and waiting to get into my pond sustained me. This year I have another challenge but as the days grown warmer the dream of gliding around in my space is keeping my spirits going. I totally related to your yearning for the sea. Thanks for this, happy swimming for us both.
Beautiful! I'm so glad you got to have that swim. I was in high school when I went through chemo, and my friends and I were entranced with the book "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse, about Gautama Buddha. As the meds went into my veins, I imagined I was Siddhartha, meditating by the stream. I never became enlightened, but it did calm me.
Really felt this one, my friend. Love you.
Two years ago post chemo my husband built us a dream of mine, a bio pond, a swimming place for me and gathering place for the family. I swam all summer with my new body in the sun, under the barn swallows dipping and frogs along the edges coming alive at night. Last spring was another large surgery and waiting to get into my pond sustained me. This year I have another challenge but as the days grown warmer the dream of gliding around in my space is keeping my spirits going. I totally related to your yearning for the sea. Thanks for this, happy swimming for us both.
Beautiful! I'm so glad you got to have that swim. I was in high school when I went through chemo, and my friends and I were entranced with the book "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse, about Gautama Buddha. As the meds went into my veins, I imagined I was Siddhartha, meditating by the stream. I never became enlightened, but it did calm me.