Birds do it, Bees do it_there is a catch...

Be kind to your mind and others. 

Billions have passed before you, 

and yet you are unique.”

-   Anonymous

 

I wake up almost every morning with a song running through my head…not an earworm, but rather something random. 

This morning, it was Ella Fitzgerald singing Let’s Do It, a catchy Cole Porter tune about falling in love that I haven’t thought of in over fifty years. Many of you have probably not heard of this song, the writer or singer. Porter, a prolific composer, died in 1964, and Fitzgerald, an equally gifted singer, died in 1996.

The lyrics say that in addition to untold numbers of living creatures, people also do it (e.g., Spanish, Lithuanians, Dutch, Finns, Bostonians, to name a few).

The song is about falling in love…falling in love, yeah, about that. The euphemism for, you know, doing it.

 

Moments before the sun…

Sitting in the backyard this morning, I thought about this. Not so much about falling in love, but the ability to know we are in love. We, of all creatures, great and small, do not just react to fundamental urges to mate and reproduce, or survive through primal instincts. We have thoughts, feelings, and the ability to make conscious choices. This allows us to share things with other people. It enables us to take thoughts from different places and combine them into new ideas. It allows us to accumulate and act on the input we receive in highly creative ways… and maybe even fall in love.

Consciousness allows us to consider more than just ourselves. 

Not in a passive way, but with the tools of faith, curiosity, and imagination, drive a journey of expectations full of unforeseen twists and turns. Robert Frost, the American poet, once wrote, "The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected."

 

Just thinkin’…

Consciousness is fed by the sensory side of our brains, the input from touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste. These sensations tell us about the world around us. In the liquid chemistry of consciousness, decisions are made to react to what has entered our minds. Output through the nervous system follows and helps build bridges with others (e.g., verbal, writing, gestures, and facial expressions).

 

It's overwhelming…

Over the past few years, I have taught courses in the complex, often mysterious body in which we live. I have come to appreciate its intricacy. Our bodies have several trillion cells, coordinated and communicating in ways that support life. 

This living machine has but one purpose: to support the brain so that it can observe and interact with the world into which we have been born…a living, organic computer that is the world in which we live.

In the day-to-day grind, with all of the difficulties and opportunities we face, it is easy to forget, or maybe not even know, how remarkable this ability is. Little doubt a gift.

 

Just chemistry, amigo…

Of the top six elements in the universe, our bodies share four (hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen). We are stardust. Our blood is chemically related to the oceans. Yep, our bodies are not much more than cosmic dust and seawater!

In the vastness of the universe, none of these particulate elements has any sense that they exist. They have never had desires, wants, or sensations, felt beauty, or love.

And yet…and yet in this limitless cosmos, a collection…a distillation of these elements has found its way into minds with more neurons than stars in the Milky Way. Minds that have the unfathomable gift of consciousness that permits feelings, desires, wants, and the ability to act on them.

If we think the universe of galaxies is amazing, what is hiding inside our minds is even more so. 

Marcus Aurelius, in his meditations, says:

“You wander about and visit temples and tombs 

and open the eyes of your body to sights, but 

you close your eyes of your mind.”

 

Hard to believe…

Think for a moment how fortunate we are. Not just that we have consciousness, but that these words have been written and read by you. Of the billions of our species that have lived, none of our relatives died prematurely from disease, war, famine, or catastrophic accident before producing surviving offspring, our ancestors, leading to our existence. In the lottery of life, the odds that we are alive in this moment are astronomical.

 

It’s a miracle we are here. It is more of a miracle that we have the capacity to know it.

- ted

 

Old dogs? Not this time...

 “If you think you can or you

think you can’t, you’re right.”

- Henry Ford, founder 

Ford Motor Company 

 

Laura said, "Just lie back in the water, and imagine you are on a teeter-totter or floating on a cloud.” 

That was easy for her to say. She clearly did not understand.

“I would love that,” I replied, but my legs are heavy and always sink.”

Lucky me…

My family spent our summer holidays in the Muskoka region of Central Ontario on the shores of Lake Joseph. Mother thought it was a good use of her time to ensure her children would be safe around water, so she taught my sisters and me to swim.

She was clear, “There is nothing more wonderful than being in the water…there is also nothing more potentially dangerous.”  She wanted us to be safe.

Being able to swim and swimming are two different things. I was not a swimmer, but a ‘water player’ — meaning that when water skiing, tipping out of a canoe, or jumping off a diving board, I could survive in the water. But swimming for its own sake, you know, moving arms and legs over distance, just wasn't interesting – until…

Living in the sunshine on the coast…

Several years ago, we moved from Detroit to San Diego. I have been a recreational gym rat for years. I knew how important resistance training was to remain functional while growing older, so I joined a fitness center. There was a basketball court and a weightlifting area. But, as it turned out, there was also a large twenty-five-meter outdoor pool for lap swimming. 

A glass wall overlooked the pool from the weightlifting part of the gym, and I found myself, for reasons unknown to this day, watching folk swim multiple twenty-five-meter laps. It was like watching paint dry.

Ha! How boring that must be! I thought to myself.

The thing is, the locker room was shared by the swimmers and the ‘real exercisers,’ you know, ball players and weightlifters. I would hear these guys talk about how great and refreshed they felt after swimming for thirty minutes or an hour. Initially, I ignored the chatter.

Somewhere in the second month at the gym, I discovered I had contracted a psychic virus. It was so strong that I found myself in a delusional state, compelled to try swimming. I fought it, of course, but in the end, it was too overpowering. 

Purchasing a set of baggy swim trunks and goggles, I jumped in the water. What was I doing? 

While I knew a few different strokes from my mother (breast, side, and back), after fifty meters in the water the first day, I was exhausted. It was humiliating.

By two months, however, I was able to swim uninterrupted for thirty minutes…and, I hesitate to admit, was beginning to enjoy it. 

It turned out that this cabal of regular swimmers was very happy to share tips and tidbits that made the exercise more palatable, even on the verge of being enjoyable. 

In those two months, I ditched the baggy trunks for a pair of streamlined above-the-knee leg huggers — a real improvement. One fellow suggested I get a face mask and a snorkel for freestyle swimming. While this configuration prohibited side and backstrokes, it was great for breaststroke and freestyle. I was on my way.l

A significant issue I faced was the weight of my legs. When freestyle swimming, they sank, decreasing any efficiency and increasing the effort. To the rescue, another fellow suggested I ditch the facemask and side snorkel, opting for one that sits in front of the nose and between the eyes. That allowed me to get rid of the mask, wearing only a small set of goggles. The final item was a small buoy (float device) that, placed between my legs, prevented them from sinking. I was set!!

Note: I had gone to the snorkel in the first place because when I tried to breathe during freestyle, I got as much water in my mouth as I got air... the snorkel stopped that.

By then, I was living in Oro Valley, Arizona, and swimming at a local outdoor aquatic center, even during COVID.

 

Folks here in the desert are not so locker room friendly, but watching other swimmers smoothly moving through the water without a snorkel or leg buoys, I wondered whether I might also learn to swim without them.

Everyone needs a little help...

This is where Laura, my swimming coach, enters the story. For several months, I had seen this woman teaching young people, children, and babies to swim. I wanted to ask her if she would be willing to take on a geriatric client. I did, and she agreed. As it turns out, she is excellent.

So far, she has helped with intermittent non-snorkel laps. Breathing without drinking is still an issue, but it's improving. Legs, on the other hand, without the buoy, continue to sink.

“I have an idea,” she said during our last session.

 “Why don’t you just lie back in the water, and imagine you are on a teeter-totter or floating on a cloud?" 

“I would love that,” I replied, “but as I said, my legs are heavy and always sink.”

“Let’s try it anyway,” she said with a cheery smile, ignoring my protest.

Okay, if it makes her feel better…Whatever, I thought.

I lay back in the water, and with a bit of help stabilizing me, Laura let go. I lay on the top of the water, floating…floating! For the first time in my life...in my late seventies - legs and all!

“You believed you couldn’t, so you never tried or had anyone to teach you,” Laura said with a knowing look. “You only needed a little faith and a little help.”

I appreciate that floating in the water may seem like a small thing, but it was not a small thing to me. It was an epiphany, and I was over the moon. I'm still in the afterglow as I put fingers to keyboard.

An old dog? – Yep. 

A new trick? Yes sir, and it was a good one!

ted