We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one. ~Jacques Yves Cousteau
Scotty and Elijah are putting the chains back on the truck, Amara is sleeping on the couch, and I am going to write, while snow crystals form round bundles that pitter patter seeds from another land all over our roof and the clouds make complete and total magic with the light of the sun and mist and snow.
I am a cauldron of vision and imagination these days, as we plan the “how-to” of catching all this water, slowing this spring runoff, these sprinkling rains and our eventual irrigation water ~ everything, everything, is connected.
Floodplains. Ponds. Beaver analog dams.
Catching water, hydrating the headwaters, nourishing the watershed. We intend to, physically as well as metaphysically, rehydrate the human heart, through remembrance of Life, through the slow gathering of water, through the singing of deep nourishment, through green landscapes, community and celebration.
We have renamed the gathering: Headwaters.
I am coming to understand that “water scarcity” is more of a dangerous mentality than a reality. I am coming to understand that water, in its nature, magnifies itself. Water begets Life begets Water begets Life. It’s a good cycle to be in, to remember, to create around you (see video above).
But when we think water is scare, and then hoard it, streamline it, pipe it, covet it, well, then, it actually becomes scarce. Water’s nature is to proliferate; to pool and feed, spread and purify. Water is Life.
But not in a pipe. That is death. That is desertification, dehydration, erosion, loss. Water in a pipe underground, under lock and key, is death assured, is water crying out to the roots and salamanders and deer hooves, finding no place to offer its gifts of Life, of proliferation, of abundance and beauty. This is deprivation.
When you remove water from a landscape, you remove Life.
And we love Life. So we will catch it, slow it, love it, give it room to wiggle and stretch and reflect the moon and stars. Water is the first medicine, they say, Water is Life.
So I am busy cocooning in the manifestation of my greater purpose, seeing how the threads weave into one galactic viewing pool, where the wings of my adulthood are beginning to form and inform my daily contemplation.
Between earth and earth’s atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself. ~Linda Hogan
And Amara sleeps, just so freaking perfectly sparkling in all her innocence and beauty. My life is upgrading to a level I could have never imagined, to be honest. I am curious to see where all this goes, as my heart and my truth ignite a path, both deeply personal and also universal, while in communion with this land and my family.
The call of the Mother is clear, and here we are, some of us anyway, ready and available to answer that call. Heads bowed and hands lifted, the clouds encompass us in this thick and holy stillness that enables us to really LISTEN. What are you hearing?
We call upon the waters that rim the earth, horizon to horizon, that flow in our rivers and streams, that fall upon our gardens and fields, and we ask that they teach us and show us the way. ~Chinook Blessing
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I am always so nourished by your posts, Leah. Thank you. I noticed you quoted Linda Hogan in this post. Have you read her novel Solar Storms? I read it recently and was truly in awe of how she channeled the force of water in her words.