I found myself on a much needed adventure yesterday. A small hike that ended up taking me hours into the forest. It soothes me.
Drawn to the water I watched how it carved it’s way through the land as if it owned her. It’s hard not to draw comparisons. Both the land and water have strength beyond measure, yet eventually the land submits and the water carves it’s way through her being. He smooths her edges, finding comfort in the pools of her curves. He brings life with the balance it brings her. He can come in raging rapids, or (like in this picture) a subtle steady stream that reminds her that he is still present. Once carved, she offers him a safe place to be, where his efforts aren’t wasted to dry up on the flat surrounding land. The challenge of power unyielding between them, never ending. Even in the harshest of seasons, his marks are left behind. It’s a beautiful and powerful thing to witness, her submission.
