I didn't know how to swim before we moved to Sweden, and I really disliked going to the pool, but one of the only clues I had going into my life there was this strong intuition that I would need the water. I would become a swimmer there. My first teacher was our 11 year old friend Mira, and later a kind woman named Ida, who taught me: More ease, more power. It felt like a lesson for all my living and loving. Tonight I finally found a pool near my home that didn't make me cry, and promptly jumped in. I still have so much to learn, but it felt good to find my rhythm and my breath. I tried not to worry that we weren't doing it the American way. I tried to go gently and not for too long (even though part of me yearns to push until I wear out all my muscles and a hundred thousand feelings). I'll be back, so many other days, rebuilding my strength and stamina. Finding another teacher and maybe someday a little more ease, a little more power. For tonight I was just grateful to at once shake loose a few words, and feel a slow expanse of quiet in their wake.