During the years I've spent paddling, I have always reveled in the way a kayak has become such an immediate part of my "self"- the body and mind, thought processes and feelings I call "me". Attached as I am within its shell, I find myself extending out beyond my physical boundaries of body, and even of thought and emotion, into new boundaries, of paddle blade, of bow, of rudder, of sprayskirt and their own senses, of motion, of solidity, of tenuous change.
And every single time I'm out there on the water, I awaken into a new sense of being, because the water itself also extends me within its own reaches.
My journey has taken me through many bodies of water, many seas, many sea conditions, and each own has created its rhythm of being that I have been an intimate part of. The wake I leave is the awakening I feel, each and every time, forming my being, which is never gone but which is constantly transforming within the environment of the natural world where I place myself. Are others placing themselves within similar transformations.
Awareness. Nature. What brings us to this crossroad? And if the crossroads are water-formed, with the wakes of each of our journeys, how do we find ourselves acknowledging and celebrating and building upon these?
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