And I feel like the Queen of Water. I feel like water that transforms from a flowing river to a tranquil lake to a powerful waterfall to a freshwater spring to a meandering creek to a salty sea to raindrops gentle on your face to hard, stinging hail to frost on a mountaintop, and back to a river again.
I drop kindness pebbles in still water everyday, and I watch the effect they have on other people’s lives.
My favorite kindness pebbles are compliments.
Drop a compliment and watch the ripple affect that it has in your life.
The water glittered under the moon’s careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.
Leaving your dreams and living someone’s dreams is like dipping a pole into a pool to catch a weaver bird alive! It doesn’t work that way… Pursue what God sent you for!
Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water’s edge, diving into summer’s heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore . . .
People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes. The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it’s like missing water. Every day, you notice the person’s absence more.
Let truth be told. The more we allow water to be controlled, bottled and sold – the more we sell the security of our sons, daughters and souls. He who controls the water, controls us all. Water is the true gold.
If it was the warmth of the sun, and not its light, that produced this operation, it would follow, that, by warming the water near the fire about as much as it would have been in the sun, this very air would be produced; but this is far from being the case..
My mother always wanted to live near the water,” she said. “She said it’s the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world.
The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun. (L’eau ne brille que par le soleil. – Et c’est toi qui es mon soleil.)