I am sharing some images of water with you today, because I want us to take in how much water means to our world.
Water shows up in so many forms.
Water flows through our bodies.
Water is the lifeblood of The Mother.
Water, water, water.
Where does water take you?
(mbish {mmmm-beesh}—water)
(Mbish mishen {mee-shin}—give me a drink of water)
Moon Water
I set the glass of water on
the windowsill, to take
in the light of the full moon.
There is medicine in this,
I’ve learned, in letting this
light sink into this drink,
this liquid that we call
our very life, the inner
pulse of The Mother.
After mbish soaks up this
precious light, I put it beside
my bed, ask the ancestors
for dreams and visions,
and sleep.
Dad, does water float?
A question i still ponder
From my 8 year old.
She trekked through gorges deep
where rivers had run dry from the labor of their shaping.
She sat beside the trickling creek
in the kind of prayer they said did not belong.
She spread her wings to soar the shores
of waters wide with the story of separation.
She climbed as high as the sky would let her
to find the source of
waterfalls.
And there she heard the whispered call.
There is no beginning
and no end.
No before
No after.
There is only the gentle flow of now.