The wall - episode II
- About two weeks later the evening the tide is high, but the zipper on
my wet suit breaks. I postpone my attempt.
Next night the tide is high again. Delay is not in the cards. Broken
wet suit zipper or not, the opportune tide will not wait. I borrow a
wet suit from my husband, too loose by itself, but a buffer over my
Before going to the water I meditate. A childlike confidence comes.
At the wall I put my foot into the space with the missing rock and,
with enthusiastic assuredness, step up. And stand. The quiet support
of my husbands presence is there. There is a keen commentator who is
videoing my attempt. He has told me that if I fail, the news will be
all over the school on Monday. With happy bouyancy brought by the
meditation, I walk forward along the wall top, get to the end!!! -
and - JUMP!
I swim to shore and climb up again. Again I reach the end without
falling and jump off. My swim cap comes off in the process and I swim
back out to get it. The third time I step quickly to the end of the
wall and without consciously making the decision, find myself diving
instead of jumping. My shoulder is fine.