Watsu

I am floating.

Not in the sky on a fluffy white cloud. Not in the vast and empty blackness of space.

I am floating in water.

F   L   O   A   T   I   N   G

My heavy and uncooperative body made buoyant by a trio of devices attached to my legs and neck.

At first, I am a stiff and brittle branch, laying lifeless and rigid on the surface of a stagnant, neglected pond in some bland and dreary suburban cityscape.

As I struggle to stake my claim in this new universe, I recall my five word set of instructions for this exercise:

Just relax and let go.

Just relax.

And let go.

I close my eyes and give my body permission to disagree with my brain’s commands to remain active and alert.

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GOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo……

It’s easy once you make the commitment. That pledge to the incomprehensible state of do-nothingness.

F L O A T I N G

I feel the soothing splash of water in my ears as the voices of those around me transform into near-inaudible murmurs. Somewhere, high above me, music is playing. Soft and sweet.

My body sways in perfect time with the gentle, undulating current as I begin to revolve around a not-so-imaginary axis. Spinning simply, spinning slowly. My arms and legs extend without the typical effort-full fanfare and bravado. Forgotten muscle memory suddenly remembers.

Without a hint of self-conscious realization, I have metamorphisized into a verdant strip of vegetation being whisked across the crystal clear surface of a lush, cascading river.

F   L   O   A   T   I   N   G

F L O A T I N G

floating

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