I’m blind to my blind spots
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At the Threshold Happy August! Later this month, I’ll attempt a 50-mile swim from Newport, VT to Magog, Quebec and back. If I complete it, it will be the longest swim of my life. But this swim represents more than distance. It represents what becomes possible when you let the water hold you up—the same principle I teach every swimmer who steps into the pool with me. The distance changes, but the foundation remains: trust the water, trust your body, trust the process. This isn’t just a big…
Hi there, If you’ve been curious about joining The Water’s Edge, this is a great moment to dip your toes in. Our community is growing stronger and more connected—and we’d love to have you with us! Here’s what’s happening this month inside the membership: Flow Prone Bonus Call – Tomorrow!Are you familiar with the state of presence, ease, and full engagement known as flow? In this special session we’ll review the flow cycle and explore the internal and external conditions that make the flow…
The water is fine. Periodically I peer out from under the rock where I hide, I glance at the news and see vitriol. Even the headlines seem generated to divide us. But in my backyard pool and in my adult swimming classes at Rogue X, we’re humming and floating and finding connection from our books to our toes. We’re feeling the inbuilt support of the water by bouncing ourselves like basketballs. Young and old, we’re leaning into trust. While the world pushes us to choose sides, the water asks…
What experience won’t protect you from Do you ever catch yourself thinking, “I should have this all figured out by now”? Maybe you’ve been swimming for years. You’ve mastered the strokes, conquered goals, built confidence through repetition. What could you possibly have in common with someone just learning how to float? This week, a thoughtful mom joined me for a 3 day mini swim camp with her 7-year-old daughter. Sure, mom could swim further and faster—but what struck me was her willingness…
Got a support system? Or just swimming solo? This week in the water, one of my little swimmers pushed off from one side of the pool, picked up a sinky, stood up, and proudly yelled out, “Mom, look!” Mom looked up from her phone, smiled, and gave him the thumbs up he was hoping for. With that simple recognition, courage bloomed—and he did it again. And again. At one point, he came up surprised, choking on water, and looked straight at me. I gently reminded him, “We’re not fish—we can’t breathe…
What is “hard”? The current subtly pushed us past each of the 12 bridges between Sellwood and St. John down 17km of the Willamette River, while the wind made the kayakers WORK. The contrast created lumpy water—each breath needing to be quick and precisely timed to get air instead of water. Sometimes you’d get water, spit it out, and try again. Dynamic. That’s the word that came to mind, watching my kayaker dig with each stroke—getting pushed back at every 30-minute feed, then fighting to get…