tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1717394370495529257.post4617270178225712686..comments2023-08-19T06:22:37.637-07:00Comments on Breathing Life: Stroke, stroke, breatheBreathing Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02482981001235740285noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1717394370495529257.post-78704338385523795862015-01-05T19:46:26.278-08:002015-01-05T19:46:26.278-08:00It is so true and beautiful how you expressed the ...It is so true and beautiful how you expressed the feeling of swimming. I wish for you peaceful laps in the pool.Breathing Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02482981001235740285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1717394370495529257.post-54893002799377678382015-01-05T18:16:42.570-08:002015-01-05T18:16:42.570-08:00We have a bit in common. I used to swim. (I cannot...We have a bit in common. I used to swim. (I cannot swim far these days but am working on it). Swimming is so rhythmic and meditative. The wash filters out the sounds around me and I can dissociate from the rest of the world. As the water supports my body, my mind turns inwards and I am in my own world. Cares disappear as the focus on breathing and movement take over, until the rhythm becomes automatic and I am relaxed and alone with my thoughts, able to process ideas without interference or interruption. I miss that.<br />Often the thoughts become a mantra, as you have observed and I agree, yours is a good one. Sometimes that's all we need to get through. Stroke, stroke, breathe.<br />I love your post. Thank you xxJodiebodiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11377052537742885631noreply@blogger.com