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As I sink into my daily meditation (the only respite from the swell of a life in transition) I am reminded of the sensation of my teenage torso drifting in a pool. Tugging with arms to snatch a breath, then letting the weight of my bones settle me into the cool, blue depths away from gravity. Away from thought and caring. Away from all the bumps and bruises of the real world (on the surface). The challenge is not to fight choking, sputtering, drowning by relaxing into the rhythm of the breath. (Written for print, January 2008)