Immersed, held

The benefits of swimming in the wild seem to be well attested.

There’s plenty of wonderful writing on it out there.

So this is a personal view. And it feels right that this be another in the (no doubt ongoing) series Navigating melancholy.

What seems to matter is that I go beyond my immediate comfort.

That I step out, and step in.

That I am immersed.

Immersed in the gift of life in this moment.

Deeper than anything my mind seems to be creating for me.

That I swim out of my depth. And there find myself held.

That I swim towards the sun.

Abandoning, thankful, joyful.

To discover that this is a prayer.