two months ago i had the thought that perhaps we enjoy going to the beach so much because its an environment where we engage with all four elements - a gentle breeze, the sun on our backs, the coolness of the water, and our toes in contact with the earth.
i’ve recently found myself rather drawn to water in all its forms. there’s something hypnotic about the flow of a river. the sound of the rushing water alongside the visual of it gliding over the rocks and dirt beneath it makes it hard to look away. the stillness of a pond also never fails to capture my attention.
water is symbolically representative of emotion. when i’m by a river, the water rushes over all of the Sharpness that i feel and soothes the jagged edges. the white noise forces me not to think to hard about it all. the pond, contrarily, acts as a container where i can be still and hold everything gently in my hands and identify what’s what. no need to act- just a moment of reflection/regrouping.
sometimes the river is rushing but other times it’s but a mere trickle. sometimes the pond is still but other times there are disruptions
nature is a mirror and a teacher and it is me and i am it