During a recent swim training session, my coach remarked that I was swimming exceptionally well. As soon as she’d said it, I realized just how smoothly the swim was going. My breathing was easy, my strokes long and purposeful, the distance felt achievable. And Cara, whose eagle-eyes catch every nuance of poor form, had not found it necessary to bring correction. It was one of those days when swimming is pure joy. Indeed, a good day in the pool. Which got me thinking about the “other” days.
Sometimes prayer is like digging for water in a dry, resistant land.
You dig and dig and dig but all you undercover is… more sand.
Fatigue sets in. Weariness weighs you down.
A trickle here, dampness there but it is enough.
It whispers a promise. “What you seek is here. Keep digging.”
One of the biggest health challenges facing the world today is the silent epidemic of lifestyle diseases. Diabetes, insulin resistance, cardio-vascular diseases and hypertension have been identified as the biggest killer in the developed world, and are increasingly impacting the quality of life in developing countries.
I was a reluctant exerciser. Not that I disliked exercise per se. It’s just that I sucked at it! You name the sport; I sucked at it. You know that fat kid, that’s always last to be chosen for teams at school? The kid who wears glasses (from age 4!) and has what was known in my day as “butter-fingers? That kid was me.
The hadada ibis chick in my garden is getting ready to fly. The sole surviving hatchling after his sibling eggs were blown to the ground in a storm, his arrival surprised and delighted us (we had supposed the whole brood was lost).
In the three-plus weeks since he emerged from his shelled incubator, the hadada’s world has been confined to a single branch on a tree from where he has watched our comings and goings, tilting his head to follow me with his eyes as I tend the rabbits. And we, in turn, have watched him grow from feathery babyhood to the size-able fellow that he is now.