WATER. What is it about this compound of hydrogen and oxygen that fascinates us? Or at least me.
The sound of rushing water, like rushing wind, soothes. It comforts me in the sort of way a lullaby can quiet a crying baby. It’s as if that rushing sound is locked away in our subconscious, there before birth. Undeniable, connecting us to the water womb comfort of our mothers.
Water’s powerful pull extends well beyond the audible. Water sustains us. Physically. Yet more. Visually, water draws us near to watch its movement—flowing, tumbling, rushing, rocking.
I am captivated by the musical, rhythmic movement of water.
Sometimes a ballad.
Other times rock-n-roll.
Maybe a turbulent county western song of love lost, love found, too much booze and too many late nights. Bluesy. Sad. Hopeful.
I can rest beside a waterfall, a dam, a creek, a river for considerable time, almost hypnotized by the sights and sounds. It’s as if water washes away my worries, sending them downstream, far, far away. I find peace in water.
Water holds such power.
TELL ME: What power does it hold for you?
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling