In the lake I was an astronaut, weightless and able to move with absolute freedom. Up and down meant nothing at all, until my lungs needed their refill. I could be as large as a blue whale and it wouldn’t change a thing. From the sunlit lake bed below to the ever changing puzzle of blue-white light above, both my body and brain had space to find true serenity. After everything that had happened, after a journey none would ever believe was a true story, it was just the ticket.
Diving in blue molten-joy, amid the playful eddies of brine, there is more "me" present than I can recall.
Upon wide stretched wings we fly with a sky of sun-topped waves above, sharing this blue-glow with a ballet of fish.
Diving in the amniotic ocean is an emotional return to a sense of mother, to a place the tells of the beginnings of creation.
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