Reply #23: Yeah, that session changed the way I approach subjects.

[alfredo]

They would have been better vote getters than what I have entered, but that's OK.

Our relationship with water is so primal. If there was a god, it would be either the sun or water. Both gave birth to and sustain us. Feeling water on the skin is communing with God.

The character in "The Secret Sharer" was not really swimming, he was deep in thought. He was immersed in thought as the swimmer was immersed in water.

Feeling the water on my hand made me pick up my camera yesterday. I wasn't sure I could make visible what I was feeling.

The Water is wide- Karla Bonoff
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EfHZtCKJGY

The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me