💧Wisdom in Water
April 18, 2025 | ISSUE 11 Last night, I watched an ice cube melt. It clinked against the glass—defined, bulbous, square, with firm edges. Then slowly softening. Dissolving and disappearing into what it had always been. That’s how I see spirit. It takes form. Becomes a body. Tree. River. Human. Held for a spell, in the shape of something solid. Yet always, it is water, never forgetting how to return to itself. I think of myself as spirit in solid state. Not separate, but momentarily distinct....
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