It was here on this river, that I discovered water's voice calling just to me. It was here that I realized I had been connected to her for all of time. I was introduced to the river by my lover, Michael, early in our relationship. He is a dedicated fly fisherman who holds the water and all things supporting it as sacred. His church. When we first met I had no experience with river water. Michael assured me that I would love it. He was ecstatic to share this special piece with me. I felt trepidation, initially thinking, "what if I don't love it? what then with happen with this man who crawled into my soul and was planting seeds of longevity?" But one thing that has proven true of Michael is his keen sight into my ways. My anxiety was short lived and the very first time he took me on a fishing trip in his pontoon on the Trask River, the river rhythm was to set an entirely new course for my life. I fell further in love with him, and found a new love to dive into, literally.
I grew up in the midwest and my family had sporadic visits to the water. The Great Lakes once, the coast of Florida twice. But I had no experience with rivers. As a kid, I used to go to a very small creek by my father's house and catch tadpoles with my best friend. She and I would scoop up the small, squiggly bodies feeling the slick, soft skin. I imagined them growing legs and becoming frogs. We played with those baby frogs when they emerged on the banks and brought them home in small buckets to build little homes for them and pretend they were our friends. We turned over rocks to unearth crawdads and tried lifting them with small sticks by their claws. I loved the edge of that tiny creek and spent many hours there getting lost in the summer afternoon.
I felt lost to the water for years. Until I came to Oregon. It was here I met the ocean in a deeply intimate way. I watched my friends surf Short Sands and lay shivering on sand knowing the water was far too cold for my small frame to endure. I discovered Manzanita's vast coast line and camped at its edge running up and over the dunes. Many beaches I explored feeling the wind in union with the ocean, letting it turn me around and around with my long hair whipping all about me, surrounded by music only I could hear. I began photographing the edge of the earth as she met the sea while the birds sang their hungry songs above me.
My relationship to water, limited though it felt before I met this lovely man, was an intensely personal one. But it wasn't until I sat on a boulder in the middle of the Molalla River that all my water experiences came crashing home. I had always been in conversation with the water. With a body made up of 70 percent water, there is not a moment I am not conversing with it. Water has a vibration that speaks through us. When we fall in love, our very bodies are resonating with that other persons water. Water makes our lives complete. It nourishes us, holds our programming, whispers into our intuition though sensations, echoes with energetic waves directing our lives. There is a very good reason the phrase "water is life" has taken hold of us. We are waking to the reality of what water is to us, our relationship with it. It begins outside of us. As we witness the horrors of DAPL. As we pick up the pieces destroyed by hurricane Irma or Maria. We are in its grasp. It is literally our life's blood. We cannot exist without it, in any sense. We are both at its mercy and elevated by its power. When we reach out into the Universe, looking for planets that could hold life, we look for water.
After sitting with the Molalla River, I remembered hearing about that man in Japan who wrote about the messages in water, Masaru Emoto. I began reading his books and discovered what I was only intuiting. He had verifiable science for what I was experiencing viscerally on the water, with the water. His discoveries spoke of how he could physically show how water can be programmed to hold energetic waves, be they positive or negative. I knew water to be absorptive. This is a scientifically verifiable fact that plays out in how our water becomes polluted though our irresponsible practices in industry. We have seen it in acid rain. So now I began to understand that not only was water absorptive, but it is also programmable. My brain began churning. The water within me was positively singing. There was an opening here I was trying to get my brain around.
At home I began writing words of high vibration on all my water glasses. My kids rolled their eyes and drank the water. I started whispering into the water as I fed my plants. I put my hands upon my body and said words of light and love. I felt myself saying thank you more and more, for everything that challenged me. I said thank you for the presence of water in my life. I began singing to the water and drumming at the waters edge. My path became crystal clear. IF, for even a single molecule of water, I could program the water to carry healing songs and vibrations...knowing what I know of how our water is all connected across the surface of the planet, maybe I could send something filled with light to you. Maybe you would feel it in some way that would make your life better. Maybe an animal would sip it or a plant would be touched by it. Maybe then the world would be the tiniest bit better as a result.