The Weight of Water

I spent an hour this morning just watching the rain hit the kitchen window. It wasn’t a storm, just a steady, rhythmic tapping that made the world outside look like a watercolor painting left out in the drizzle. I had a list of things to do, but I found myself tracing the paths of the droplets as they merged and raced toward the sill. There is something about water that demands a different kind of attention. It doesn’t hold a shape for long; it is always in the middle of becoming something else. We spend so much of our lives trying to be solid, trying to build things that stay put and keep their edges. But maybe there is a quiet strength in letting go of those edges. Maybe the most honest parts of ourselves are the ones that flow, the ones that don’t need to be defined by a container. When was the last time you let yourself just drift without trying to reach a shore?

Maureen Mayne-Nicholls has captured this fluid, shifting energy in her beautiful image titled Acua. It feels like a deep breath taken underwater, doesn’t it? I would love to hear what this image stirs up for you.