September arrived and with it a senior pass to aquatic classes at a nearby pool. 3 mornings a week I climb into my chariot and 8 minutes later I’m in the deep end of a heated outdoor pool. I climb down the ladder with my waist float strapped on and am accepted and buoyed by the deep water. I chose the easiest class with the gentlest movements. Every joint in my body is stretched. It’s a meditative space for my mind. I look up at the sky and see flocks of geese pass overhead, or a heron, or hawks, sparrows, clouds. The sun pours its nourishment over the water and all is well. After class I scoot off to the jacuzzi for 10 more minutes of water therapy. Readers, it is heaven on earth.
I can’t recommend the books I’ve finished so far this month highly enough. Let’s start with Jane Eyre (1847). I savored every word. This led to Go
A couple weeks ago, I zipped off south about 65 miles to visit Pam. Then this week I headed north to visit Sharron. How good it is to head out of town on a weekday to see an old friend just as the chaotic school day is beginning.
Retired life continues to contract and expand.
I’m following the Global Sumud Flotilla and its brave souls as they make their way through dangerous waters carrying food and hope to Gaza. Are you following them too?
Be well middle-aged mammals. Keep me apprised of the goings on in your cabins, kitchens, cottages, tents, vans, and local swimming pools. I want to know everything.
