On Dirt Roads and Water
I remember as kids, my sister and I used to walk down dirt roads and kick rocks. It was fun. We could do it for hours (if we were walking for hours). Our parents never appreciated the game much because we "would ruin our shoes", as we were told.
Nonetheless, I still like dirt roads and I still kick rocks. I'd kick a soccer ball if I had one but when I all have is rocks ... you gotta work with what you have. I have rocks. I collect rocks. I play with rocks, for sure. I honor Mother Earth.
The photographs I posted here from my trip to Alberta and British Columbia are some of my favorites. Dirt roads are close to my heart for many reasons. Usually they lead to places few people go. They often offer things which are unknown to me and I'm always chasing the unknown. I find them interesting and intriguing. I love dirt roads.
I love water as well. Water is the second strongest element within me. I honestly have a great difficulty expressing my love for water. Even just on a physical level, I drink a lot of water. I'm always drinking something: if it's not water, it's juice, or milk, or tea, etc.
Water does a lot more than just satisfy thirst though. Water cleanses; it purifies, it shapes, builds. Water is life. I am by far not a scientist but I know that most of my body contains water. I can feel it, it isn't a mystery.
When I look at bodies of water be they a river, lake or ocean, I love to feel its spirit. Sometimes it is calm but other-times it is playful and I love its joyfulness. Rivers often display that quite easily and waves too. When I made an offering to the Ondines not too long ago, I saw their cheerfulness as well and it was beautiful. I just love water - it has much to teach.
I put the theme of dirt roads and water together because at least here in Canada (from the little I have experienced), they seem to go together. Whenever I end-up on dirt roads, I eventually get to water. And as a generalization, I find that the water off of dirt roads is much better than the water off of paved roads. I'm not sure of the implications ...
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