These words may or may not speak to you. They concern things I’ve seen in me as well as others close to me these last few days. The intent is to shed some light on what feels unsettling and dark. I hope it is a help to you.
Each summer since I was a little girl I’ve wondered “Where does the water come from? And what is holding it back?” This happens around hoses. In a matter of seconds, this lightweight, empty hose in my hand transforms into a heavy one, holding a flood of coursing, rushing water. This could only occur if the water was there all along, waiting to be released. With just the slightest adjustment of the handle, I find myself drenched. Continue reading