Water

water, wind, air, fire, earth... the elements that make up our world. I like to think of these elements, how we respond to them and how they affect us. Water brings peace (unless it's running down the walls). Be it the glassy surface of a still lake, the mesmeric pounding of waves upon the beach, or the steady drum of rain upon the roof, there is something about water that stills the soul.

Wind disturbs the thoughts. Think of the way schoolchildren behave on a windy day – they become wind-sprites themselves, unable to settle.

Air gives life. Taste it.

Fire warms but can also destroy. Fire is that side of ourselves that can so easily get out of hand, and consume everything in its path. If we do not master it, it will master us.

Lastly, good, solid earth. We had better look after the earth, for it IS us. We come from it, it nourishes us, we return to it. It is our first and last dwelling place.

Frank sat by the water mill. It reminded him...reminded him...of his previous life. The rush of the water, the weeded wetness downstream, chuntered by like his now lost, long-gone, old life under a different name. Around and around in the current swirled the consciousness of Dr F.L. Dearie, né Mills.

So Pilate called for water and washed his hand. We don´t know if he used a piece of soap too.

Sea water is salty, as you will be reminded when you cry.

After three days wandering in the outback of the Nevada desert, I began to understand what water really is. Try doing without it for several days. You may have to restructure your value system.

The fact that people pay for bottled water boggles the mind. It needs to be shipped, thereby creating pollution and wating fuel. It needs to have bottles to put it in, thereby wasting tons of plastic. It costs more per unit than gasoline, yet I have talked with people who complained about the high price of fuel while drinking bottled water. Turn on your tap and get the water. If that water is no good, then fix it. Get a filter. Complain to the city. Boil it. Make Kool Aid.

Water is the most precious thing in the world, More precious than any stone

i'm like water,
i flow real smooth all day,
thinking while i'm speaking,
rhyming words that i say

Water is Mother Nature's original soft drink.

It freezes during some time of the year. At least in some parts of the world and in some people's feelings.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink!

Water finds its own level. Like the movement of information, the channels it carves to find that level cannot always be predicted.