The Alchemy of Sunlight on Water #healing #alchemy

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I found her under the waterfall curled into rebirth. Above, the sun wove a rainbow of colors into the droplets, creating an alchemy of water and fire. Charged with each wavelength of light, the waterfall caressed her skin, opening the pathways to cells where life is born. And I a mere witness to wonder

These days I don’t spend a lot of time in wonder. Instead, I find myself staring at the here-and-now, trying to live each moment as it arrives to the best of my abilities. Attempting to learning, in the never-ending process of discovery, what I can from this unfolding life. Each day brings a new challenge and sometimes I resist stepping into magic beyond the mundane.

I am always glad when I shed the coat of the everyday. Even though I don’t do much energy healing these days, I participate in a weekly distant healing circle. In the last session, the scene above unfolded as soon as I closed my eyelids to the energies of light. In the place of stillness, when my body opens to a consciousness beyond everyday thought, I step into the realm of wonderment. Often the inner sight fills with images and scenes and I find myself transported, for those minutes, into another realm of existence that goes beyond the mundane.

Yesterday, as the energy of healing love broke open my cells into their dance, I gazed upon a waterfall that caught the sun’s rays as it fell upon the receiving form. I have long been fascinated by water. It’s my primary element, followed closely by Earth, so perhaps it is not surprising. Simple in structure, with hydrogen bonded to oxygen, water’s properties and “magical” abilities defy logic. As water enters a vessel it adapts to the structure enfolding it, taking on its form. When something is placed into water, it is either repelled by water or its properties are adopted by it, whether they be color, odor, shape, taste, or structure. When water freezes, it grows in size instead of shrinks. When it’s heated, it turns into vapor. We can’t live without it. We are, in essence, mostly water.

It becomes us and we become it. As Dr. Emoto, and others who have worked with water have demonstrated, water also responds on an emotional level to its containers. Life, in turn, thrives when water is clean and structured by nature. When you stand near, or beneath a waterfall, you cannot help but feel energized by its presence. Some legends speak of disembodied souls gathering at waterfalls to be cleansed and purified of the imprints of life.

I doubt there are many who would argue that water has the potential to balance and cleanse the physical and emotional body. Adding salts, oils, herbs and other healing aides, enhances the healing effect of water, which is why detox baths are so popular and leave one feeling oh-so-much better after the bathing than before. Entering a body of salt water is like coming home. It’s, in many ways, a return to the state of the womb.

Waterfalls offer a different type of cleansing. Their energy drums the cells to life. Add sunlight to the falling water and alchemy occurs. It is the yang to water’s yin. The spark that ignites the potential of life. The result of this alchemy in the form of the visible rainbow never fails to inspire hope and awe in those who bear witness to it. Although I was not expecting to meet the above scene in my inner vision, I cannot think of a more fitting place for healing. If I could have brought her there in person, I would have, instead the place was brought to the circle that held her in healing. And it felt like both water and sun had come to offer their gifts of life to a beloved form.

This Body of Water Memory #waterdreams #dreamsymbolism #watersymbolism

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It is a rare night when water does not come to me in the form of dreams. It fills the basins of bathing tubs and the land surrounding me. I marvel at its form rising with ease through gravity, encompassing form until it disappears and absorbs. “Did you know water can remember you?” a friend shared on the eve of the solstice.

How can it not? Water is memory. When you pour it into a glass, it becomes the cylinder. When you expose it to music, it becomes the song. Exposed to fire, water becomes heat. Ice, stasis. We move through liquid limbs with the structure of bones. At least 70% water, we are living memories. The memory of what once was, and still is. Of what will become, and has never left time.

We are song, fire, heat, and ice. We are splinters of pain and the symphony of love in one body. Except, we are not just one body. We drink the tears of our ancestors and those that have been lost to form. We drink memory every day to fill the thirst inside. Expelling with the need to release not just our own, but those that have collected inside of us. We are memory in watered form.

In an instant, a molecule of water can transform. The shattered atoms of anger can coalesce into a star of love. Our bodies are capable of reform. Old patterns, learning new. We orchestrate the symphony of our own songs. The play of memory, ours to mold and break down. What songs do you sing to your cells? What memories do you ask water to carry for you? When I forget, I whisper love into the vessel and drink it into my cells. I sing “Om” through the well of the throat until it sinks into the womb for rebirth. Remembering I am the keeper of water and its memories, at least for some time. Time that dances in chaos or harmony inside of me, waiting to be released and rejoined in another form. Water, older than time. Held, for a moment, in me.

Slow Time #merrymeetinglake #nhlakes #waterhealing

It’s been a week of slow time. Minutes unhurried as they spread languidly into hours that stretch the boundary of day into night. I find myself shedding worry easily. It falls like dead strands of hair ready to let go with the lightest tug. I do not miss its absence, but find myself welcoming the lift of its weight as it releases.


I needed this week beside the lake, where my eyes can travel the surface of water to meet the rise of Earth before it gives way to sky. Clouds pass by winged travelers. Sea gulls catching gold on their wings, even though the ocean is miles away. They too care not for time or place. Blue dragonflies skim the horizon in search of mosquitos. A cormorant puffs out its chest on the raft we have just anchored as though we have brought it just for him. Another displaced traveler. Or, maybe not. I allow myself to believe I belong somewhere else most days. My home an hour away, holding a calendar of scheduled dates I choose not to think about while I am here. Trading it for this slow time beside the water.


Most days, I slip inside the fluid molecules to swim. The build of heat releases and the body cools as it finds the memory of origin. I realize how much I need its enfolding.  When I return to land it is to feel the soft, sticky floor of pine needles beneath my bare feet. My soles will be blackened by the end of the week. Tattooed by the reminder of slow time that will inevitably speed up again.


This week I have found myself thinking, when thoughts slip through the moments, of how much we carry and do no need. How even when we are meant to be relaxing and letting go, we pull out the phone to snap and share. To preserve and even boast, as though we must believe that our time is better than someone else’s. Forgetting that the less we carry, the freer we are. Forgetting that when we let go of all these attachments, there is no separation.


When I open the artificial screen, I feel its drain. The body constricts. And, so I close it in favor of the easy breath outside doors and windows. Here, where light arrives from sources beyond our grasp, and I can soak in the vast expanse of being. Just being. Present sometimes with just the self, and sometimes with my beloveds and their companions. I find that it is not so challenging, here in this slow lake time, to be a parent to teenagers. To be wife. To be a woman in this stage of life called middle age. I find that it doesn’t matter what I do so much as how I present. That mostly, it’s this letting go. This slowing down, that matters most. This living in time and not through time.

The (Healing) Weight of Water

Healing Waters
Healing Waters

I fell asleep to water. Outside the walls of my home, a storm of thunder and lightning raged its energy, working to cleanse the atmosphere of the heavy humidity from the day. On the shelf beside my bed was the just closed book by Sue Vincent and Dr. G. Michael Vasey, The Mystical Hexagram. My left hand rested on the arm of my husband, as I silently sent energies to lift the heavy weight of water I felt within him, knowing as I did, that what one sees or feels in others, one also has within.

There is a reason that water is both heavy and healing. It is the element that both stores our emotions and releases them when we are ready. Have you ever noticed how some people appear heavier than others, not just physically, but emotionally. That idea of “carrying the weight of the world,” on one’s shoulders, or at least the weight of the past. An imbalance, or (dis)ease, within the body is usually the result of stored emotions.

We are made mostly of water, that element of emotions. So is the earth. Just like us, Earth needs to cleanse and release when density builds. Sometimes, like last night, she cries fierce tears. It behooves us to do the same. Sometimes we need to weep, or have a “good fit,” of release, in order to heal and rid our bodies of our stored emotions. When we do, we feel better, we feel lighter. After Earth weeps, the air we breathe is less dense.

In my dreams, I was standing inside my house with my husband, watching lines of water pour through the roof. A discouraging dream, you might say, but it became one of empowerment. There was the tiger who leapt from the shelf, filling the room with the energy of creation and power.  Out of the emotional element of water, we can create. Sometimes this takes a spark of fire – the element that overlaps the triangle of water to create the “mystical hexagram” that Sue and Dr. Vasey have written a book about.

In Tarot, the element of water is often portrayed with the chalice – a symbol of feminine wisdom and creation. The Queen of Cups in the Rider deck is one of my favorite cards, it shows us that anything is possible when we go within and create from those sacred waters of the soul.

Rider Queen of Cups
Rider Queen of Cups

To do this, we need to release, to bring forth those energies stored within the water of our emotions, and us them to create our individual gifts, such are writing, art, music, etc. This is where life emerges out of stagnation. Consider a vernal pool holding winter’s melt. The life that is birthed within those still waters does not stay for long. Compare this to a lake continually fed by the moving waters of a mountain river. Here, oxygenated life flourishes and cycles repeatedly through the phases of birth, death and rebirth.

Close your eyes and imagine standing near, or in, a stagnant pool of water, then a lake, a river, a waterfall and the ocean. The energy of water changes profoundly. What is the water in your body like?

When I woke at 2:40am, I needed to pee. Quite literally I had the urge to relieve myself of the water held inside my bladder. You could also say that I was clearing the water of that leaking house in my dream. Although I have done a lot of healing of myself, with the help of some wonderful healers, I am not wholly free of the clutches of water. Sometimes it builds and calls for release.

We not only carry the water of our own emotions, we literally carry the water of the World’s. Our bodies are made from Earth’s elements, we require these shared energies to sustain our existence, recycling our waste to be reused in another form, in another body that shares our home. Water cycles through bodies, it travels through the ground and is expired into the air as vapor. The element collects into clouds and comes back down with gravity. Water remembers where its been, it can only exist when it joins with other water molecules.

In this way, water carries both weight and wisdom. When we learn how to work with the emotional element of water, we become gifted creators and healers. We rediscover, or release, hidden truths and wisdom. Water can carry us to the fiercest places within, and it can also cleanse us of our sorrows and fears, especially when we add a little light.

After The Storm
After A Storm