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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing on the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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The Primordial Pleasure of Swimming

July 22, 2024

Now that the weather has warmed and heated our pool, Dale and I go swimming every afternoon. It’s not just …

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Blasts From the Past—Summer Bliss

July 2, 2023

When we swim we shed our higher consciousness, the complex, reasoning human organism, and remember, deep inside ourselves, the first …

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The Face of Bliss, While Swimming

September 3, 2015

Have you ever seen a more contented face? What is it about children and water that mixes together with such …

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Swimming Among the Stars

July 23, 2012

Last night I swam among the stars. The air and water temperatures were both 78 degrees, so it felt like I …

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The Wildness of Water

July 17, 2012

Now that the weather has warmed and heated our pool, Dale and I go swimming every afternoon. It’s not just …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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