Treasures surface. Tucked away in safe keeping, they wait for us to discover them. Like magic, at the perfect time, perhaps by accident, we connect with them. Almost three decades ago, I wrote this:
Water When It Travels
Water when it travels offers up it’s sound.
Whether a quiet song or booming thunder
I am silenced before long.
The melody, the beauty, the tenacity and strength,
it travels any distance along the endless path.
No thought, no reason no future and no past, only flowing,
mingling, sharing, of life that is so vast.
May I often be reminded as I go along my way,
the companions that shared their voice within my day.
And all along our travels near or far beyond,
let’s offer up our new voice, whether booming or quiet song;
like water when it travels.
We are all traveling in many ways; hurling through space, and walking through situations and relationships, having new encounters everyday.
What does our voice sound like to ourselves?
Do we claim and use our voice?
Are we aware of the flowing feminine energy that accepts and carries whatever is at hand?
Finding this was like finding a part of myself. I didn’t remember it until I reconnected with the words and feelings again. Like an old friend, our writings hold a piece of our reflection.