Diving and my subtle being
Every time I think about what I really want in life, you might not believe it, but, I ask for peace. Just peace.
Not because I don’t want it, but because I know that just by asking, world peace won’t just happen. Nevertheless, peace within myself, yes, that is doable.
You will ask: what does peace have anything to do with other worlds? And what does diving have to do with anything if it is just an adventurous activity?
Well, no, it isn’t ONLY an adventurous activity.
But, let me start from the beginning, and with a question:
When you think about something that you do that makes you really happy? What is it?
Well, this is my answer: Diving.
Diving can be a great adventure. Diving can be an extreme sport. Diving can be a real challenge. Or, diving can be something that some people would actually never dare do! But, to me, diving is so much more.
Diving starts happening to me the moment I book the activity. From that moment, I have already stepped into another world. Call me crazy, but I actually feel that it is a round trip ticket to another home. A home from a very far past. So, something clicks. Something connects. I immediately step into a HAPPY mood. An exciting mood!
Diving is, even if I don’t do it often, very serious to me. It is no joke. It does hold some danger, and so, it is something to be treated with respect, and so, again, I immediately start checking my body, asking myself: how do I feel? What am I eating? what should I stop doing to feel better than today? How should I prepare to be at my best?
To dive, I like to feel light! I like to start floating before even jumping in the water.
Before the day to dive comes, I stretch more, I breathe more, I sleep more.
And, when the day comes, this image comes to my head: You start letting go of the air inside your vest, and the weight starts sinking you, slowly. The journey to the depths starts. You step into another world. You start breathing air that is not yours. The water element surrounds you. It’s the moment of emotions. Which emotions do I live? A bit of stress. The good stress. I bit of fear. That of the nknown. And a longing. Somehow I know I will love it and that I won’t want to leave.
My body remembers, my heart remembers, and my lungs too, remember.
Red flags do come to me. “Don’t hold your breath”, breathe, always breathe, remember, use the oxygen well”. And it is then, that I connect with something else. Something that I learned about the body’s capacity to heal itself: breathing.
Breathing is where the divine spark is found. It is between breaths that life and death live. And if you think it through, you are kind of giving away the control too.
Once at the bottom, I look up. I listen to myself, again, breathing. Recognizing the space. Recognizing that I am now in another world. I look up and look at the bubbles. They are fun to look at. They make me smile. And they ripple, have you noticed? They ripple on the surface, and in that, I find magic.
All of this happens within 2 minutes, even less, but believe me, those 2 minutes is the reason for which I dive.
I don’t think I had ever written about this, and I am thankful that I am doing it now, because, I understand why I do what I do, and what I seek while I dive.
I seek to breathe, deep and free. I seek to go into unknown journeys. I seek the feeling of lightness, and so I seek peace.
So, with this story, now you know.
To dive, is to find peace.
Thanks for reading!
