Water. When the whirlwind of my thoughts sucks me out of my body and into the air, when I am fevered and fire-brained and anxious, when I am lost, I go to the water, and it brings me home. Back into my body. Back to earth. Back to the self that lives each day with gratitude and wonder.
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I often tell the Father thank you for this water, clean and glimmering as it rushes into my sink and away. But I don't go there for saving and centering. Interesting how different we all are in our common need -
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