It rains heavily outside. I hadn’t had the urge to read or write for such a long time I was beginning to think I’d lost it. What’s ‘it’? My mind, my thoughts, my ability to express. And I’d always believed that if ever I got it back, it would be on a sunny and cloudless day that presents itself with countless opportunities and undisputed optimism. A somewhat inspiring day. Yet, instead, it happened today - dark and rainy and with limited movement available to me because I am slightly ill. Nothing inspired me - there is no surge of emotion I need to let out but regardless, my words are coming back & I am grateful.
I just ordered myself two books online. Couldn’t be bothered to search for the titles in the local bookstores. I’m just glad I feel like reading anything other than non-fiction at all. The physical world is beautiful but the places I go to in my imagination hold more divine waters.
Speaking of water. I’ve recently unmasked a deep fascination for it. It surrounds us and even exists within us. About 60-70% of the earth is water and 60-70% of our body is water. Imagine having that much shares in anything. And the proportional power that comes with it. Water can heal and water can destroy.
Dr Masaru Emoto performed a series of experiments throughout the 1990’s to observe the effects of words, music, prayers and environment on the crystalline structure of water. He found that the frozen water crystals taken from a positive environment, with positive words, prayers and music directed at the water, had a more symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing form than those taken from a negative environment.
Those are some examples of the water crystals I described earlier on. I think there are more pictures and more detailed descriptions of the studies on the net.
Anyway, after reading about Dr Emoto and his water experiments, I came across an article about the natives of Solomon Islands. The natives live very far from civilisation and so, they survive without the convenience of tools like chainsaws to help them cut down trees. Instead, they adopted a different and peculiar approach. For 30 days, at dawn, local shamans will go to the tree they selected and start to swear and yell at the tree. They curse at it for 30 days and eventually, after the 30 days, the tree will fall down.
And if you think about how trees are made up of water and relate it to Dr Emoto’s experiments, the process adopted by the natives of Solomon Islands makes sense.
When I think about water, I think about the ocean, about a long bath, about swimming, about drowning. I think - what if I could swim miles out into the ocean and never get tired and never drown? What if I could hold my breath and sink to the bottom and resurface whenever I wanted? Would I be able to live forever? When water doesn’t destroy, it heals. If water can never destroy me, will it always heal me?
Fishes are lucky. And mermaids, too, if they exist. I can’t understand why Ariel would ever want to give up her tail, even if it’s for love because if you think about it, love shouldn’t mean having to let go of a significant part of you. And if I could live in water, all I’d have to do is sing everyday for life to be good.
But I forget. Water vapour is water in its gaseous state and is in the air that surrounds me. So I don’t have to be a mermaid for life to be good. I just have to be me.
D.
