A Moving Meditation
Gavin Lee
Water is my element. This is where I’m at home, where troubles fade and the day begins anew. It doesn’t matter who’s around or how many people are in the lane, as soon as I enter the pool it’s just me, the water and that little black line. Following that black line back and forth becomes a meditation. Just like any other kind of mindfulness, there are certain things to watch and notice: how my hand is entering the water, the feel of the water pressure against the soles of my feet or against my forearms, the sound of my breath through a snorkel or the different shade of blue that the water happens to be at that moment. In swimming I am practicing a form of moving meditation. Whether it’s slow and easy or hard and fast, there is always something to observe and to loose oneself to.
