Water~

There are many things that I can not smell. I know this is true for when my cat lifts his beautiful black nose to the unseen and unsensed wafts of scent that drift by, I smell nothing; I can only admire and trust some passing tale has informed his senses of its import. Oh, the stories the wind does tell....

Yet, there is One thing I Can smell. It is something that brings me so much joy, and refreshment. It cleanses my cells, lifts my weariness and brings me food for my soul ~ That is the scent of precious water.

I can smell this ambrosia in the wind when rain rides near, I can smell the gift as ki rises from the earth on the warming days. I can smell pure essence on my skin, towel, and hair after a refreshing dip in the swimming hole. Oh, I love it so. My lungs draw it in, inhaling deeply, drinking it like a food that nourishes some forgotten need, like a scent meant for my soul. Like medicine itself, I wonder if there could ever be too much. Perhaps there are indeed some things one never has too much of - a sense of presence, love, and the wind carrying the smell of water. There is a word it reminds me of~ amarita, meaning nectar of immortality. Perhaps it reminds me of primordial days living in moss. Perhaps my cells remember that lush environment.

In some cultures, water is seen as representative of the divine, embodying the watery soul herself. The other day, when I was on the river, the wind was dancing off the surface, agitating it enough to bring her moisture up to mingle with the air. AHH, delicious and smiling, I filled my lungs and started singing.

This moist wind also brought other admirers ~ swallows, who found that the wind kicked up plenty of reasons to dip, sway and rise in the unseen rhythms and tides of the wind. I think, when I started singing, their acrobatics became more illustrious, adding more dips and twirls to their repertoire. Perhaps they dancing to my song.

I also wonder, if the smell of water changes its energy as a reflection of the energy it encounters, in the same way water crystals freeze to different shapes based on the energy of the watcher- (See Emoto's studies of frozen water crystals) If so, then laughing with the water, singing songs of gratitude to the wind that brings the moisture, smiling in the sun that warms her and breathing presence on the earth that holds the water must surely enhance the energy and qualities precious moist air carries, making it indeed everlasting food for the soul.

Ahh, I smell it now, as I write. Precious presence of water, I thank you