From anywhere I sit, at any time, wherever I am, I’m on the water.
It flows from a sponge of springs near a mountain summit in Pocahontas County WV, guided by gravity and topography down an unnamed stream, a branch of the Middle Fork of Williams River in the Cranberry Wilderness. This movement continues cutting the surface into the Gauley, the Great Kanawha, the Ohio and the Mississippi until it reaches the Gulf.
That is, some of it.
Along this path some of the water shifts to the shape of a gas, lighter than air, rising in the aether to join like-structured elements in clouds to condense and fall back to the planet, not merely to complete the circle but to extend this spiral of life for infinity.
This is my water meditation.