Water

I'm in WI visiting my sister. Last night we went to this great restaurant in an old power plant that sits right up along the river. River. RIVER. Not like a piddly little western river. This is a proper, raging mid-wester river. HUGE flowing dangerous water. Everywhere.

And as we sat at our table and watched the current I started to feel anxious. No. Not from the big currents nor the force of it. I was feeling anxious seeing that much water flowing away. How could they be so wasteful!

After being at Pole where we melt all the water we have, and then coming back to Colorado, which is quickly becoming the second great American dust bowl, I couldn't believe that these folks would let that much water, huge volumes of it, just flow away down stream!

Do you know what we could DO with that much water!

Today it's raining sideways. The gutters are full and there are puddles everywhere. The half-frozen ground is soaked, the sod bobbing like a raft on a lake. Gelatinous.

It makes me think about what it means to be parched, dry and barren . . . in land and in life.

Maybe instead of fearing this rain storm (I'm supposed to be driving half way across the state today), I should be drinking in the cleansing . . . slurping down the life.

I'll go with that for today.

You can heal your life . . .

Throat: Avenue of expression. Channel of creativity.

I open my heart and sing the joys of love.

Sore Throat: The inability to speak up for one's self. Swallowed anger. Stifled creativity. Refusal to change.

It's okay to make noise. I express myself freely and joyously. I speak up for myself with ease. I express my creativity. I am willing to change.