During our recent family trip to California, we spent quite a bit of time on the coast. It was incredibly healing and rejuvenating for all of us. While the teenagers explored surfing, I couldn’t get enough of the beauty of the sea, its life, and the feel of the tide against my feet. Here are some of the photos I took, which I hope evoke that healing and rejuvenating feeling:
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.
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.