I am writing this from California, down here on business again. It’s been a pretty water-heavy few days for me, in between scheduled obligations. My partner took me to swim in the Pacific Ocean for the very first time the other day. I’ve waded a bit (up to my knees) in street clothes on the Oregon coast, but it was too cold for a proper swim. So when we got to the northern bit of Los Angeles, we diverted to the beach for this new experience. Even though I knew just how large the Pacific is, in that moment my awareness was of the maybe quarter-mile-square section of ocean and beach between where the waves began to visibly swell toward land, and where my partner waited for me on the sand, watching me swim and making sure I was alright. My concerns were, at first, figuring out how to get past the waves crashing up on the sand so I could get to where I was able to swim more properly, and then once there how to bob along on the rolls of water and determine when I was tired enough that I needed to get back to dry land again.
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- fullmoonpagan said: I feel blessed to be able to walk down the road and plunge into the Pacific anytime. It always makes me feel connected and cleansed. There is just something about being in something so vast and wild, surrounded by so much life!
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