Hard Days

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.

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Gracia El Mismo Que El Mar (Grace Like The Sea)

Grace is like the incoming tide
Every wave new,
unique unto itself
but integrally part of a vast, seething whole.
It rolls in relentlessly
Ceaselessly,
Unconditionally.
Not discriminating

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