Elemental. Emotions. Love. Cups. Cusps. Hearts. Waves crashing against the rocks, spraying in the air. A tranquil pond, disturbed by the ripples sent through by a single rock. Being cleansed by a warm spray as I stand in the shower. Legs and arms moving through a pool as the exercise clears out my mind, exercising my limbs. A cool drink which satisfies my thirst like nothing else. Rain, falling upon the plants, upon crops, clearing out whatever is congesting me.
These are some of the many things I think of, when I think of water. It is one of my greatest sources of inspiration; the many forms it takes.
Wrongness in the water; too much, too little, any sort of foulness arouses an anxiety not quite like anything else. I’m not the only one who’s felt this anxiety. Swarms of mosquitoes (they particularly like the taste of my spouse) are one of the real life miseries drawn to stagnant water. A swamp has a certain beauty, yet I do find myself watching the water, wondering what might be swimming beneath it.
Creatures; real and imaginary populate the waters; some trying to eat us, drown us, or simply wanting us to get out of their habitat. I’m not always welcome in the water. Even in a swimming pool made by human hands, I get resentful looks from ducks wishing to make it their personal swamp.
Water has its perils, but it’s worth the risk. How many things do I wash, using water, including myself?
Seeing a pool of water, the way light and color are captured within it; how the ocean reflects the sky has inspired many a poem, an entire fantasy realm, and a form of magic in my writing.
How about you, dear reader? When you look at the water, what do you think of?