A Teacher Called…Water!

How Water Became My Guide!

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(The Photograph was taken by Karen Flowers, of Sandshutter Photography in Alexandria; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

As a child, it’s ironic to see this appreciation of water. Large bodies.  Small portions.  Water, in all her amazement!

The phobia of water came at an early age.  Much of it developing from the  inability to place feet on a solid foundation; while in the mystery of. . .her depth!  Fear of the unknown, and uncertainty, is agonizing. Even worse. . .being unable to see what is below.  Ah!  How imagination becomes a mystical rollercoaster.

Water is symbolic of possibilities.  And it is one of those natural domains, where humans are forced to surrender.  Other species have mastered the scent of water.  More significantly, they have learned to. . .respect her!  Evenmoreso, they have learned to. . .RELEASE!

Traveling through myriad directions, oceans, seas, river, and lakes provide the liquid mapping.  The navigation is soothing, as species of the water, glide through her majesty.  Piercing the sky, as the breeze pokes away waters. Her songs are vigilant for the common ear.

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

Growing up, family travels often took place near spaces of water.  Those summer days of visiting grandparents, and having fun at Lake Michigan.  Trips with Mom, Sis,’ and Aunt Joan to Mackinac Island.  Taking a family cruise to Puerto Rico, St. Martin, and St. Prouy on the Carnival, was my first sailing adventure on water.  It’s vastness, richness, depth, abundance, and ability to never end.  It was mesmerizing. And still, there was that fear.

The fear of what was inside large bodies of water.  And, the fear of drowning in water.  All the tragic stories, I heard of children becoming victims to water.  The reality of she being dangerous when not respected.  The drowned body of a young boy being covered up for failing to listen to his mother; and going out into the river, stays in my mind this very day.

I did not learn swimming from a young age.  Therefore, much of the fear came from the unknowingness of water’s texture.  A relationship based on miscommunication!

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

In many ways, water is a teacher.  The large draping, covering the Earth in her lesson.  And, it was through this lesson, where studying (and traveling abroad) assisted in this understanding of her.

Journeying across and over water, takes the power of flight.  For those precious moments, one begins to feel the ecstasy of birds.  A freedom of being part of the Spirit of flight.  It is truly wonderous.

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

Studying abroad during undergraduate studies, provided a sense of independence.  And, as usual, water took flight.  Water also became a healing mechanism for self-discovery and past pain.  The different lands served as testing grounds for adapting one’s own Being to the tranquility, or vivaciousness of large bodies of blueness surrounding them.

Famed martial artist and author, Bruce Lee, articulated the Spirit of water very well.  Adopting it’s way into various forms and positions, water dances it’s way into the Beauty of shape.  Whatever land it touches, it becomes!

Water walks to the beat of her many tunes.  Charismatic and willing to be in the comforts of life growing, abundantly.  Of further amazement, is how she interacts with the myriad forms of life on earthly sculptures.  Of greater adventure, is how people, animals, and other life forms, interact with her.

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

Studying and traveling abroad, were adventure maps for my knowledge of water; and the lessons she would teach.  Water became my personal travel map.  Her ability to flow through Earth’s planes with ease.  Drifting along in comfort.  Going with the natural movements, prescribed for her.  She has no worries.  No stress.  Her path is destined, and her moves are graceful.  The naturalness of her Being is akin to a woman; understanding her purpose, journey, and connection with other Spirits.  Her work embodies elegance, and she waters all areas, famished from love’s escape.

Furthermore, water leaves her mark.  She ensures that her patterns and footprints are vigilant and recognizable.  They are documented, collected, photographed, and stored for future viewing.  Her explorations continue, while her knowledge-base expands.  Such is the memory of personal travels with water.  It was, and has been, a documentation of how study travels expand into personal growth and discovery.

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

Like draping a pebble and watching water ripples, there was more than book knowledge, needing to be acquired. 

The very same fear experienced in childhood, was actually a salvation in disguise.  Respecting her became a performance; and she would take care of the rest.  Following her was a stress-free aura.  Tranquil in her demeanor, in the stillness of rivers.  Yet, ever laughing and vivacious in her wild performances of oceans and lakes.

In every nation studied in, or traveled to, she was there.  Walking beside a foreign feminine.  Keeping her on path.  She brought great comfort, during times when the Soul was troubled.  In Mombasa, Kenya, going to an area after class provided front row seats in the painting of her Beauty.  

A river named Jordan, was a site for baptismal; singing Negro spirituals from Black America’s Garden. And feeling alive, in a sea thought to be dead. 

A Turkish mirror propelled a reunion within family;  while the Nile held still, during an evolving phase.  Returning home, re-imagined greatness in a lake of Michigan.  The list of such journeys continues.

Study travels re-connected with family and ancient memory.  Dealing with audacious passions; confronting personal demons.  All the while bringing closure to pain, and healing for a new.  In every land, there was a challenge-a test to explore.  Laying enchantedly around these nations, she adopted herself to the living.

And THIS, is how water. . .became my guide!

(Photograph By Karen Flowers of Sandshutter Photography; Edits By Lauren K. Clark)

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