Off, into the water, I dove, for my daily swim. As usual, taking advantage of the opportunity to practice mindfulness, paying attention to each stroke, or at least trying to . . . Today, something happened, that caused me to wonder. For the first time, I heard the sounds as I moved through water. And what a cacophony it was, and so loud! That I had never noticed those sounds until this day, made me realize how narrow my awareness can be. What I had taken for mindfulness before, was instead my idea of what mindfulness should me, mainly of the body sensations associated with the repetitive motions of my arms hitting the water.
I think too much . . .