A weekend in the misty, enchanted land of the Dorset countryside. A small group of big hearted women having an adventure called life.
Narrow winding lanes no wider than a vehicle. Shingle beaches with singing, foaming waves. Seaside kiosks populated by all weather swimmer sorts. And lots of fresh, clean air.
The lure of swimming in cold water has been calling me and yesterday I made the leap. In my mind, it was a big thing. I leaned into encouragement in the out stretched hand of another woman and walked into the sea. I could hear little yelp like sounds from new incomers, the sound of their warm bodies making contact with the winter water.
As we emerged back onto the dry sand and towelled off, the November sunlight felt like a warm caress on my tingling, invigorated skin. I couldn't have pictured wanting to do anything like this only a few years ago. This island has been my home for 25 years now and it’s my first time in British seas. Isn’t life full of surprises?
Gratitude flows for fresh starts and the company of wisdom medicine women. I feel renewed and enriched in unimaginable ways.
