big fat juicy love

i'm terrified of the deep, dark, squishy bottom of the lake, river, ocean...when i wake in the night choking, it's always from dreams of drowning...my hands stretched up towards the green light of the surface, waving slowly ...goodbye sun...goodbye air...goodbye...like a princess on parade.

when i venture in to the cold, wet chill of the ocean, my feet never leave the sand - i cling with my toes to rocks and, i believe, life...

people have joked, myself included, that i am a Cat, fond of drinking it, but never really happy about immersing myself in water..."the only good water, is bath water" i've been known to announce...

on my list of Things I'd Like To Do Less Than Shoving White Hot Pokers Into My Eyes, waterskiing is number three.

and yet - you are a fish...so, i am learning to swim.