The Weight of Water

I remember sitting in a quiet cafe in Vancouver, watching a woman at the next table struggle to untangle a pair of headphones. She was so focused on the knots that she didn’t notice the rain beginning to streak the glass beside her. We spend so much of our lives trying to pull things straight, to organize the chaos into something manageable and linear. But there is a different kind of peace in watching things that have no interest in being straight. Things that move by pulse and drift, unburdened by the need to arrive anywhere in particular. There is a strange, liquid freedom in letting go of the tension, in allowing yourself to be carried by the current rather than fighting against the tide. We are so often defined by our edges, by the rigid lines we draw around our days, yet we are mostly water, mostly fluid, mostly waiting to be set in motion.

Rasha Rashad has captured this sense of weightless drift in the beautiful image titled Jelly blues. It feels like a quiet reminder that sometimes, the most graceful way to exist is to simply let go. Does the rhythm of this movement make you feel a little lighter today?