Water. Is it running? Springing? Falling? Is it being wasted or polluted? Is it safe? Are you drinking enough to cushion all your cells and float all your processes? Are you dried out? How much of your pain is your body crying out for water? Your headache? Your stomachache? Your joints? Your heart? Your muscles? Do all the creatures and living things on earth have the water they need and deserve? Will the future be wet enough?
W a t e r, itself one of four ancient elements, is a transformer, able to mimic the others. As ice, clings to earth. As steam, burns like fire. As evaporation, mists into air. Then suddenly rains down as itself again to flow, recycling endlessly.
. W . a . t . e . r . Our best friend. Symbol of connection, conductivity, and our unconscious. Go to sit in a cave. See the water at the entrance. Watch the ocean ebb and flow. Honor precious water.
On the March equinox, 1998, my meditation vision was of a dolphin, language, and save the seas.