From the source

What water are you right now, she asks?
It is our prompt — to begin our reflection, our journey toward understanding our creative self. Where we are on that journey.

It takes me a few minutes. I need to feel the water.
And then it comes.

I’m a torrent.
That shimmering water flowing from our glaciers. Our precious glaciers.
From the source.

Often rough, as I move through life tormented.
Then there are those moments of pure bliss and serenity — when I reach the pasture.
A constant change.

I know I will reach the ocean and the sea somehow.
But I’m still a bit scared of that.

I believe my water was clear early on in life. Crystal clear. I was one with nature.
Slowly, it became cloudy — collecting rambles on the way: rocks, mud, and different kinds of waste…

I oscillate between states.
I follow the terrain.
I go freely, fearlessly, enjoying the freedom of the free fall — trusting that I will find the safety of the slow current again. Somehow.

I go into rough places where I can’t see. I can’t see the light. My water is dark with mud.
Then I find my little stream — a place where I can rest for a bit, recharge, explore what is around me.
Take it all in.

Sometimes I retract into that tiny place where life stands still, where the current is barely visible.
I’m fine there — hidden, quiet, for a moment.

And then I’m ready to reconnect to the main stream.

I’m getting close to the junction — where all streams meet.
Where it’s all a bit confusing, and a bit messy.
I’m not sure I’m ready for so much turmoil, exchange, confrontation of currents.
But I know this is the path.

That behind it all, there is the connection to the sea.
Where all waters meet and are as one.
Where the water is clear again.
As clear as where it all started.