I did my first freediving immersion today, 60 feet to a sunken wreck… amazing. My instructor Jaime and I were out out for about 4 hours taking turns, the whole buddy system. It was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. There is nothing more profoundly your own than your breath, your mind and your body, going down to 60 feet is something I never expected or desired, it was not a goal, it was just something to do. But when you are so far down, by yourself, with noone else to help you, you face your fear. At first I was totally panicked, I was brought back to a day in Florence when I completely lost my mind when I realized I was alone in this world. That was the feeling I faced again, with one breath, far under the surface, I made my peace, I realized I was special to myself, that I had proven something, even if by the posting of these comments I have yet to understand exactly what it was.

I guess I should start with my name, but what does it really matter. Just read about it in the About section. I just want to put up a picture that I love, taken by someone who has some of my favorite pics and who has a great sense of humor. This is an image of my latest passions, combined. Freediving and Annemarie. Guess who won…