There’s something in the water.

It’s magic.

Pure. And simple.

It’s the stuff of our Creator thinly veiled

in a slippery, wet, cloak.

Holy Water.

And Record Keeper.
Recording it all.

Blessing it all.

The memory of every shore touched. And snowflake fallen.

And every thought we’ve ever had about ourselves.

Imprinted into the water.

I watched a program about the healing waters of Lourdes.

And in a flash I knew the power of water.
The power of all water expressing it’s true nature.

All water
is latent holy water.

And healing water.

It only needs to be restored to its wholeness.

Just as we

restored to our highest

are capable of miracles.

”and greater works than these” …

I am here to sing

of blessing the waters.

Restoring the waters.

And remembering

our bodies

are made of water.

Water that was a rainstorm last week.

And may yet be

a gentle mist

rising from an open field

on a quiet morning.




These reflections are inspired in part by the work of water researcher, Veda Austin. And Dr. Masaru Emoto.