For the Essense of Water ....

“Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a

thousand ways to kneel and kiss the Earth.” – Rumi

Do things from Love, not for Love.

“Water is the most critical resource issue of our lifetime and our children’s lifetime. The health of our waters is the principal measure of how we live on the land.” – Luna Leopold All water is holy water.” - Rajiv Joseph
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Mary Reynolds, The Garden Awakening .. 

It is simple. Water is Life. It has the unique ability to rearrange itself

according to our thoughts and intentions so can be a direct channel

for communicating with your land.

~~~ Water is an optimist, it seems, always willing to take on the more powerful positive structure of thoughts and intentions. It wants to be healthy, strong and beautiful. Therefore, even a small quantity of positively charged water has the potential to communicate and transform a large area or large body of water.

Birdsong, Wailin Jennys

I see the River flowing, water running by,

I’d like to be that River, see what I might find.

Every chemical that is ever used ends up in the water. You

have the power to make a choice what you allow in your

home, and what you allow in your personal environment.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one Acorn. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Photos by Lynn Morgan For all who are finding their way ..
Speaking Through Poetry

Margaret Atwood

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your

hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall,

it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to

go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.

Martin Buxbaum

“I have seen the sea when it is storm and wild;

when it is quiet and serene when it is dark and

moody. And in all these moods, I see myself.”

“Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it.” – Lao Tzu

Perry Shelley

“I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain, the pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain, like a child from the womb,

Like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.”