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| My morning swim |
In moral support of Lewis Pugh, I
returned to my morning swim in the sea regime this morning, after a
sojourn in London. He says that courage is a muscle that improves in
strength when practised.
And he's dead right about that. This morning in particular.
I was late arriving at my swimming
beach because my mind was making excuses, the excuse of a burned foot
(small accident with flaming plastic bag before London trip) and my
mind said, take it easy, stay in bed, go tomorrow. Then I remembered that it's Lewis's last stretch of coastline morning. So I took his wise words as a spur to action and
drove down to the sea. And what a difference an hour makes of a
morning. Four times as many cars, ten times as many people, and, sad
to say, Georgio, my seagull friend had given up on me and wasn't on
his perch out at sea.
But I swam out to him anyway in his
absence and sang his song to him, thinking he might hear me and fly
to his black post, but alas not. He's sulking I guess.
The water is crystal clear, the air morning clean and fresh and I realise how lucky we are here in Le
Marche, between the sea and the mountains. Read yesterday that 95% of
city people in Europe breathe polluted air and that this effects the
brain's function, that children are affected most of all. Great!
Which takes us down to Sicily.
Do you know Sicily?
You do?
You don't!
It is a place like no other
Folks there are intensely protective of
the environment, the land, the surrounding sea, air quality, water
quality, flora and fauna, and they are pro-active about these issues.
And once they have fixed their awful roads and all drive electric
cars, I think I will be singing their praises endlessly.
You might like to know that Gianni
Girotto and I are running our BreathingArt workshop down there in
October.
It's at the spectacular Bannata Centre
Here is an info link
So,here's a toast to Lewis Pugh, who at
this very moment is finishing his super human swim and meeting
Michael Gove at Dover.
Watch out for jellyfish Lewis.
Michael at
