There are moments of reflection, and I seem to have a lot of them lately, where I think “what if I never get to do this (fill in the blank) again?” I have done a bunch of really fun things that I never intended to stop doing but haven’t had a chance to repeat.
Last week, cleaning files, I found my maps and notes from my two Appalachian hikes. I know the exact section I wanted to do next but have not gotten back.
And later, the three day walk for breast cancer – I did 60 miles and it was so gratifying to have made it to the end. I’m having trouble with my knees now and wonder if it is permanent or temporary.
I found the handbook for the trail ride my daughter and I took across Florida, the menu from the chuck wagon, and the schedule of ranches that where we camped. My horse lives four hours away from me now and I rarely ever get to ride. Will it happen again? Have I put these plans and dreams away?
All this came to mind yesterday, at the pool of all places. I don’t go to a pool very often but I have always loved to swim. My childhood was full of long afternoons at the lake swimming and making up water games with my brothers and friends. Here I was with Gracie, who is eight and in that early stage of water love that I remembered so clearly. We had a few little races and tested how long we could hold our breath underwater.
I got one of those moments of reflection. Some body memories never leave you and I could sooo feel the arch of my back and the body swirl of a backward somersault in the water. Thought I, to myself, “do it again, it’s only water, how could you possibly hurt yourself?”
(Are you poised for disaster?)
I was right, it didn’t hurt. It felt downright good. (fooled you?)
Gracie was very impressed and we spent a few minutes while she tried it and practiced. As we did, we migrated to the height of water most convenient for her, about 3 1/2 feet. .My next backward flip demo was a little short on water depth, and I found myself kissing the floor of the pool at the bottom of my circle. Well, not even that really. I scraped the tip of my nose and chin, but the redness kind of disappeared into the sunburn I had already gotten. I appear unscathed.
It’s kind of nice to find that you CAN do it again, sometimes. You might have to think it through and be a little more careful, but you can do it. If you want to. If you don’t care that you are the only person over 60 in the pool doing handstands and back flips… just sayin’.