The temperatures have dropped and I swim now in the lake. I suppose there will be some singular days remaining for that perfect ocean dip. But that is a private love affair. Swimming for any length, thirty minutes or longer will be reserved for Biscay Pond, which, thankfully, is not far from my house. I grant you, it lacks the majesty of the ocean, and there is no salt, drawing out the toxins, but it is far from lacking in beauty and healing qualities. Fresh water caresses your skin like silk. And as for beauty, well, this was the summer I swam amongst geese, over forty of them, who apparently had converged for a conference before hitting the skies. What an honor to be almost invisible while they held their meeting, honking about various concerns. Eventually they split into two groups, with several sub groups. I wondered if they were arguing or simply establishing who had seniority.Though no physical fights ensued, their squawky squabbling did reach a level reminiscent of the Jets and the Sharks in West Side Story( for those of you too young to remember http://www.filmsite.org/wests.html ) I suppose there are geese specialists who could clue me in, but for now, I just love wondering. It is, after all, summer, the romantic season for falling in love and expansive daydreams.
Second Entry: With the forecast predicting a four day stretch of rain, I was determined to catch a late afternoon swim. Lucky for me, I have a special swimming buddy, who understands completely the value and necessity of prioritizing, which in our language means swimming comes first. And today was no different. The clouds were on the horizon as the sun, still out, made it possible to take on our water wanderings . And there, ahead of us was an elegant loon , which I would have missed, as I was making more splashes doing the crawl.Generally we go for the gentle breast stroke allowing us to converse, catch up and philosophize on almost everything. Well, back to the loon, and my gratitude for Lyn’s keen eyes. I so wanted to get a bit closer, but in one blink, lady loon ducked beneath the waters reemerging on the other side of me just out of arms reach. As I took one breath of this blessing, I was a bit sad knowing that my summer season was closing it’s doors. And I was also aware how all that we may grieve is a reminder of all that we love.
Third Entry: There are no such things as accidents. People come in and out of our lives precisely at the right time for us to enjoy, learn and discover more about ourselves and this complex human experience. My swimming buddy, Lyn is a perfect example of one of those blessings. Suffice it to say, that I had a rocky and painful childhood. Lyn, I believe was placed in my life to breathe objectivity and joy into my inner child’s world. But as she is a skier and I am not, there will be times apart this coming winter. Having said that, she has left me with so much to be thankful for.This was a summer of firsts. I swam with the loons and the geese. It was also the summer I harvested a few oysters for dinner. I swam to Hog Island and back again in the Damariscotta River. Also swam to the wee island in Biscay Pond and back again, safely, without getting plowed over by some over enthusiastic boater. The latter is, thankfully, due to Lyn’s white blonde hair and her quick reflexes in splashing, making our presence known. Another first- I have never been too fond of mud flats as they suction one down, turning a gentle walk into an athletic accomplishment. But then there’s the mud flats that one experiences while buoyant in the water. My naiveté and squeamishness to all sorts of things always makes Lyn laugh. So when I first touched bottom, I squealed. But after returning my foot, (with an encouraging word from the still giggling Lyn), I found it so soothing, silky, yet alive and vibrant. Last, and hardly least, is my new and stealthy ability to change out of my cold wet suit in my car. So, should you be driving by and see my car rocking or notice I have a towel covering my window, I am neither having an epileptic attack nor am I necking with some hot sexy dude,(though I can still dream), I am merely returning my body’s core temp to a workable status. So as I may be readying to say good bye to summer, I give three cheers to one of the best teachers I could have encountered.