swimming

In one section of the Monterey Bay Aquarium, sardines swim above your head in a perfect circle. It’s almost dizzying to watch. They move laterally among one another, but always in the same direction and with such intensity– as if they might swim their way out of the circular glass enclosure. I sometimes think of them as we flit about our days at home, swimming through our daily routines that somehow always manage to end where they’ve begun. On certain days, I almost feel carried away by the whirlpool of activity we create around here, grounded only by the tips of my toes. We’re nearing the end of our school year, and I find myself moving harder for it, ready to find a nice place to rest–a sandy shore or a field of grass–a place for my soul to be grounded again, heals to the earth.