sea-lion-porpoising-panel-200px‘Does anyone want to go for a swim?’

‘I’ll come with you, Alice.’ Dad replies. ‘Cornelius, what about you?’

‘No, I need to look after the boat.’

We head for the small reef at the entrance. Cool water washes me free of our harsh air world. I become a water-baby again, splashing and swimming, bubbling like a fish, following the jewel-like flickering bodies around the coral. What freedom! Nobody to care, nobody to comment.

‘Dad, you can row back to the boat when you like. I’ll swim back for the exercise.’

I fall into the steady rolling rhythm of my body, now a sleek, powerful sea lion. The sea caresses me. This is how I was before Cornelius came along. I was carefree; I didn’t have to be anyone else’s dream; I was safely wrapped in the pearly seaweed of my beloved. This is how I was before the grownups came along and took me away. I imagine that I swam in this perfect world.

These life experiences — and many more — are detailed in Dyana’s Anchors in an Open Sea trilogy, beginning with book 1: The Yoga of Sailing.