Water. I love water, it is probably my favorite element.
Water is life, abundance. Our bodies are filled with the substance and we need it to live. Lack of water is an arid, withered, devastating sort of place. I feel a little lost without water around. My need for water is deeper than physical thirst.
The Water draws me. It calls to me. When I am happy it invites me to dance. When I am lonely it is my companion and embraces me when I dive in. If I am angry I go to the ocean and the powerful waves allow me to shout with them. When sad the sound of a stream, the quiet flow of life that will not be disturbed, massages my heart until the tears can flow; quiets me with peace when I am spent. When running in the rain the Water and I play together.
Water is powerful. Crashing waves and tsunamis prove such. It is also mighty when quiet; a small stream can carve its way through stone due to consistent and stubborn flow.
Writing this I sit along the sea. The water soothing my heart. Keeping me company. Giving me strength.
(Written April 23, 2012. Giardini della Biennale. Venice, Italy)
