The Sacred Pool: a swim before work

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There is something sacred in water.

Any water will do.

Even here.

The water in the public pool.

The exchange of names while soaking together in the hot bubbling jets.

The cool freshness of breeze through the open window sweeping the chlorine cloud away.

The woman brushing its surface and crossing herself as she enters.

Bodies dancing swaying moving through the lazy river.

Yogic breathing before the next lap.

Beat and stride of oldies vibrating through the air.

Moving. Breathing. Wet.

No photo of today’s sacred pool. That is for another time.

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About vst3in

I am a writer, avid reader, library techie, birder and runner. I make felt and teach others. I love colors and textures and birds and books. I'm working on a historical novel and reading lots of books for young people. I am running to get stronger, and I sail with my husband. This blog contains thoughts about all these things.
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