It’s our four days of hedonistic luxury in Maui. Today: Snuba. The advantage over Scuba is that (as you can see) you don’t have to cart the tank on your back; it floats on the surface on a little raft instead, and you’re connected via an air-hose. The disadvantage, of course, is that you can only go as deep as the air-hose is long (about 25ft in this case).
I’m sure there’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere if I think about it hard enough. Choose less risk and effort = accept limitations on freedom. Or maybe the slightly more Calvinist interpretation might be: choose moderation in all things, and there’ll be a natural limit on how far you can sink …
Either way: it was a fantastic experience. I hadn’t Scuba-dived since University, and I’d actually forgotten that couple of minutes of slight panic as your brain adjusts to the fact that you’re under water, yet can still breathe. Also – counter-intuitively – that it’s breathing out that requires the effort; while breathing in – with a pressurized tank at the other end – is just a case of letting go.
Inversions. I think inversions are good every now and then. Shake up your perception; and remind you that the right-way-up-ness of things is to be savoured, and not taken for granted.