Water can be clear or murky, powerful as the ocean, or powerfully subtle as the formation of caverns. Water creates life, yet can be destructive. It covers our earth. It fills our bodies. Water evokes mystery, and moodiness. Unpredictable as water is, it is useful, and it cleans things up.

That pretty much describes what I want to say and how I want my posts to be.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


I went to wade down the stream but it was uneven and some of the rocks were slippery. So after a time though I needed to proceed, I sat on the bank and watched the water go by. A voice told me to go on.

“You are my child and as such you needn’t fear.”

“How can I be your child? Am I bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh?”

“You are bone of my earth, and flesh of my universe, blood of my sea and spirit of my spirit. As my child you must have faith. It is your power to venture forth. Power I’ve given to you by birthright. You will slip and fall. You will stumble. You will get up and go again. And you will keep going, and you will live and become. The stream is life. It mustn’t pass you by. The water is love. Do not be afraid to immerse yourself in it. And you are as divine as all of these things. You are my child.”

1 comment:

  1. The pic with the sandals left on the bank works perfectly with what you wrote in your post. Good job.