The sizzling Australian heat has finally been drenched with a deluge of such refreshing rain that I couldn’t resist the urge to leave the shelter of the house to stand under the downpour. What a relief! I felt as if I was standing under a massive waterfall far in the deepest jungle. I’ve always loved the rain. Water has fascinated me, since earliest childhood, with a sense of something deeply sacred. Water has been both teacher and friend in ways that defy the accepted parameters of what is generally taught and understood to be the reality.
When I was younger I remember wondering why water was never given much attention, why for example no-one seemed to notice the living presence of water.
My father often spoke of the importance of clean healthy living water and I am still grateful to him for that, as it gave me a sense that he too understood something that not too many people seemed to understand. My relationship with water has grown as has my realisation that humanity’s lack of understanding of water contributes to the sickness and violence that roams our world with an ever increasing voracious appetite.
I remember when I was little, trying to explain what water meant to me. I met with various reactions, none of which served to satisfy my desire to learn and communicate. So, with my child logic, I came to the conclusion that for some reason, unknown to me at that time, people were not meant to talk about such matters. This served, in a round about way, to increase my sense of awe and reverence for what I felt to be the loving, friendly spirit of water.
It was many years before I met people who experienced water as an actual living entity, to be revered, honoured, and loved. It was with those people I felt free to share my experiences and as a consequence came to hear their stories.
