I was a sixty eight year old grandma when I learned to dive. I faced my fears and my mortality.
Diving offered the antidote to both the crazy frenetic life I had been living and the seductive option of a future rocking chair. I chose to learn to dive and get a PADI Certificate and I loved it.
Then, two years later and without any warning, illness stopped me from diving. I had pain, immobility and disability for another two years and I wasn’t sure I’d ever regain enough strength to dive again.
But life sometimes has a way of surprising us and, when my health did return, I decided it was time to get the next generation launched. So my grandson Albert and I went to Gozo and then my granddaughter, Iman, came with me to Belize and before that my grand daughter Nadira and I went diving in Colombia. You can expect a few more photos in later blogs. They all successfully gained their PADI and generations diving together was very special.
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I love your enthusiasm and the way you have turned your life around after being so unwell. I shall keep following your blogs with interest and pleasure, but shall definitely not be taking up diving as my plans involve returning to Karnataka next winter (I have booked Blue Matsya 3/01-14/02/21, followed by a month at Arogyaniketana (where, incidentally, I just found out that I had reached the wonderful weight of 62kg: 5.7kg less than when I left England in late December!). Two friends will be joining me at the beach 7-14/02 and here until 28/02, but if you can tear yourself from the deep blue or combine it with sharing Blue Matsya for a while, I’d love to be there with you. Anyway, we’ll hopefully have together-time before then! Xxx
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You sound as if you are having wonderful adventures
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Yes, and I hope you will be encouraged to continue having your adventures. There is so much to do, so much to learn and so much to share.
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