Maud Muller

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Freediving itself is an interesting practice of expanding the functions of your mind and body. 
It is always a delicate dance between control and to let go. You create a space in the vastness of your psyche to simply be. Once in control of this, you will come to understand the vital lessons from internal and external presentness through submersion. Here is a poetic entry from my experiences in open ocean freediving:
Blue water diving is something else.
It feels like you have been dropped in a bottle of blue paint.
There is blueness in every direction your head rotates, no references.
You are surrounded  by absolutely nothing, 
and at the same time, everything.
You cannot see them but they are there.
Senses that are much more superior than yours take note of you
What will they make of you?
Approach you? Abandon you?
That’s the thing when you dive in an empty canvas, anything can appear.
I’ve met creatures that the most celebrated fantasy writers couldn’t fathom to materialise. 
It changes you, it always does.
To have nature’s most majestic designs look you in the eye,
To know that your curiosity and caution is met with equal curiosity and caution.
To be inspected by what you are inspecting. 
You see a conscious soul that acknowledges your presence. It’s deeply and utterly humbling. 
You come to understand that it’s not about how important humanity can become, but what we can provide for the lives around us. 
And so, with these newfound introspects, you resurface.
Understanding that the abyss is not a grand space of emptiness,
It’s the most comprehensive force of all. 
That is the entire message of freediving for me. It is the reminder of my role in this ecosystem. Every time I slip into the ocean and sink below its surface, I am reminded that I am merely a guest in this world. That despite the feeling of homecoming, my body is simply not adapted to live underwater. That my time here is limited and I must resurface.
So like any honourable guest, I must respect my host and it’s home. 
You wouldn’t disdain someone’s house, why do it to our grand communal home, the ocean?