In the desert – winter creates watery oases like this. Today I sat- water rushing in my ears for hours. Recharge. Release. Cleanse. Breathing in rock, sky, cottonwood catkin, unfurling willow. Drum
song on cliff faces.
I need to commit to this. Three times each week.
Soon the water will run dry.
Take in the water while I can.
SHAMANA FLORA 
Yes, I send you support in this commitment to be near precious waters. This post soothes a part of me that misses water as a focus on the medicine wheel~the West. May healing and transformation continue you on your way, dear Darcey.