water is light
The other morning at the retreat of tide, I went for a swim with a friend.
The wind was bracing despite being sheltered in this South Devon cove. I walk into the water - it has cooled already, although it is still only September. It usually stays warmer for longer, but the storms have begun.
My friend points to a large cloud bank coming from the West: "That's why I thought we should swim now; before the rain comes". The cloud was coming our way. Vast dark grey. Laden.
The cold of the sea makes you focus everything on your physicality and its physicality - a shared physicality. The trick is, is to calm your mind so you don't panic. Tell yourself: "Everything is alright" and "It will feel sublimely wonderful once I am in". I also remind myself that the migraines have gone due to this year round sea swimming.
Since primary school I had migraines a lot of the time. Steel bolt in turns icy cold to red hot, that some invisible sadist had driven through my head and was torturing me by tightening it, or twisting it, or ramping up the extremes of temperature. Overwhelming nausea, not seeing properly, swollen and puffy, uncomfortable, not sleeping, depression, feeling like I was going to die, feeling it might be better if I did die, and then the after shock of feeling bruised, battered, disorientated and exhausted... and then and then, feeling guilty and disappointed in myself that I wasn't giving my all to my studies and work.
And now, after my third year of all year sea swimming I haven't had a migraine for years. They soon diminished in that first winter of swimming, and now, they are no longer here. This has changed my life. I tell as many people as possible despite sounding like a born-again. Actually, I do feel born again. I tried cold showers out of curiosity but it qwas only when I began the sea (and sometimes Dartmoor river) swimming that I noticed the beneficial effect on my health.
But this isn't what I wanted to tell you about today: it's the light...
Back to swimming in this storm-ravaged sea. The slate grey sky gathers itself more serious. White horses far out. Flurries of white gannets and herring gulls dive for fish. I look for the dolphins beneath them but can't make them out. Too wavy. The cloud has now heaved itself across the entire surface of the turquoise milky storm-churned sea. One milky spot lit from the smothered sun flecks random slow sparkles on the surface.
The sea alters. It begins to glow - from within. There must be light inside the water. That is the only explanation. And I feel a part of it.
