I love to be around water. I could never live in a place that does not have a body of water near it. Every time I go home, I walk the dam. In December, I paused and wrote down some thoughts while I felt the warm sun cut through the cold. I saw the breeze on the water and then felt it on my face.
Water knows first.
Is that why it is called a body of water?
Because the body often knows before the mind does.
It has intuition. It is intuition. It informs our intuition?
A sense that tells us how we engage with our surroundings.
I stood on the dam looking at the water, wondering about the dark pools.
I saw a soft ripple, the tiniest wake from the wind
and the birds on the water gave way to the movement, surrendering to it, yet were unmoved:
steady with each lap of water.
The banks around the lake had inscriptions on the land.
Like rings on a tree, the marks of gradual and slow movement and loss of water.
Natural.
Not like the man-made parts to accommodate boats.
Easily identifiable to the human eye like a face that has been worked over by a plastic surgeon.
Intuition tells us these things.
Like the water that holds all our life.
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