6/11/2023 0 Comments The sea around us book![]() ![]() It was my friend's turn to be the balloon today and I the kiteflyer, whose hand reached up and caught hers. The dives have been mute, and yet so full of dialogue, there's been so much laughter under the water, reassurance, affirmations, touch, eye contact that felt more like conversations, physical slapstick, support, and most of all, us all holding onto each other and not letting anyone twist off course, be lifted by the current, or float up too far. ![]() Sometimes I feel we adults can talk a little too much with an empty space between us and no connection or understanding. One of the things I hadn't thought about before learning to dive was holding hands. I knelt in front of a Pink Smith Damselfish: a dive slate on my wrist, a flounder beside my knee, wet book and stubby pencil in my hand. ![]() Today, I got to kneel in loosely blown sand on the oceanfloor and write. ![]()
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