
(Excerpt: Only be Afraid of Standing Still: Practical lessons from the lives of Children)
My fascination with water started a long time ago, at about age seven. I use to follow my mother to an open market by a river. When she was doing her thing, I would sit under the shade of a mango tree by the river watching things unfold.
From a child’s perspective, it was an incredibly large river, transparent, green and clean. It was fast but quiet, with funnels of swirling currents dotted all over its surface. When I first saw it, I was afraid of being sucked in, just by looking at it. In time, fear turned to admiration. I would imagine those currents being able to suck in anything…quietly! (more…)