Kayaking is oh so zen. I am loving it.
Today Cowboy was fixing something so I took off on my own down the river - I did some power bursts while I tried to paddle as fast as I could.
It felt amazing especially as I was rolling with the current.
I felt like I was absolutely powering across the river at rapid pace getting rippling muscles with every strain, -- soon I conked out and I had a little lie down on the kayak.
Hello!
How great was this?
Sure, I took up kayaking for exercise - but I discovered that kayaking can double as the ultimate meditation and zoning out experience.
While lying back, I was the only person in the river as far as the eye could see - the sun was absolutely pumping down on me (ripping 40 degree here, my bad but anyway) and I closed my eyes.
I could hear birds, insects, a repetitive bubbly noise of water - distant hum of trucks and... not much else...
The sun was warming me just enough to make me feel refreshed and warm and I drifted.
In every sense of the word.
While I was drifting I actually thought of Kathy from Lessons from the Monk I married's piece that she wrote yesterday about creating space for yourself.
Though I was meant to be paddling with Cowboy (which I love) today it was actually a blessing to be out floating on my own.
And a blessing for the pump that he fixed, but that is another story.
I was present, I was aware - I was relaxed - and as I drifted I was aware that this was my time.
Reality quickly reared its ugly head as I opened my eyes to find myself trapped among the reeds facing in a different direction than I thought I was in.
I was completely disorientated, a little dizzy, but somehow revived.
I have come to the conclusion that drifting in the yak is the new black.
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