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July 11, 2002
I imagine it is a lot like being in the amniotic sac. I strap on my snorkel and mask, put in some ear plugs, and go floating down the San Marcos river watching the fish and grasses do delicate dances to the beat of the current, moving in unison as each current saunters by. I can hear absolutely nothing but my own breathing, and I keep it measured and slow, aware of it constantly. The gentle flow keeps me going downstream, and all I have to do is direct myself with my arms and legs. This is my mental therapy…