Deep in the Cedarberg mountains, deep in a valley, lies a deep pool surrounded by high rocks. Why would we shed our comfortable clothes and stand near naked on the cliff, willing ourselves to step off into the drop?
A moment of free-fall and the plunge, pulled even deeper down, and darker, some split seconds of not knowing and then partial churning sight of translucent beer bottle brown. The fullness of ourselves kicking us up into breathing bright full-coloured breaths upon the surface.
We do it to remind ourselves how brave we really are.