The Weekly Photo Challenge is Weight(less). We built a plunge pool about six months ago, and I can tell you that there is no better feeling than floating in the cool water when the temperatures are wickedly hot.
Trees creep into the edges of the pool giving me a sensation of swaying weightless in the gentle breeze with them.
My unsinkable solar disco light bobs in the morning…
and dances with pulsating lights at night.
Floating in this cosmic plunge pool, I am like a frog, gleefully oblivious to the world beyond my buoyant space.
“When you see a fish you don’t think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water… If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.”
Author: Constantin Brancusi
I feel like a turtle…hard on the outside, but all squishy and soft on the inside. Turtles love to float, too.
Like driftwood, I am porous, yet resilient. The lightness of being penetrates every pore.
Everything drifts and swirls in my brain while I am floating weightless in my little pool…philosophies swirl around grocery lists…the gently rocking waves wash away real and unreal anxieties…thoughts float like plankton…all is right with the world when I experience the lightness of being in my little plunge pool.