Faces of Water
The still lake is my life. I rest in its tranquility, and feel the gentle breeze whisper across the water. Ripples ensue. The sunlight sparkles on the surface. Life is under me; the water is safe. This space is safe. And then, quite unexpectedly, I am pulled into the falling water; I dance over the rocks, tumbling, and call out into the wind. The transition is exhilarating. I swirl, ...