I have been fearful of water all my life. There has been a reoccurring dream since I was 9 in which I drown. I am very frightened in the dream.
When I turned 40 a friend asked me to keep an eye on his kayaks while he was away from our island. I took one kayak out to Lago Guajataka and paddled across the lake. There came about a spiritual transformation on that water that cannot be put to words.
I have since spent many mornings hauling my kayak down to the water at 5 m so that I may see the sun rise over the mountains and watch the mist burn slowly off the lake. I have spent many hours in deep meditation, either paddling against a tropical downpour or meditating in the still waters.
I am a child of water, blessed by a dream. I still have that dream. I still drown and die. Only now my body is relaxed and at peace.
This year I am in the Pacific Northwest. I am on a paddle boat racing team. We are looking for sponsors for our team so that we may participate in all the races. I have a personal blog,
Waterblogged Stories, where my time spent on the water is shared with you. Please visit my blog and leave a comment. If the site gets enough traffic, my team may be able to find a sponsor.
Thank you
~c
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