Breathing

Breathing

When I was a little girl, my family and I shared our summer holidays in ‘Macrae’, a beautiful beachside suburb of the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria.  The water was sparkly green-blue and sometimes grey as the mood of the sky reflected back a predictable color and pattern for most of our summer.

I would play and swim for hours on that beach, walking up to Rosebud pier and back and accumulating and intensifying every freckle that is still on my skin today.      I used to dive under the water and hold my breath for as long as physically possible, and rejoice in the inhalation of new oxygen as I burst out of the water for embracing life.  I shuddered at the thought of not being able to breathe, not being able to take in those deep inhales, and express those necessary exhales. (more…)

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