I am incredibly inspired today after reading an article by Hilary Lindsay called The Water’s On Fire.
Here’s my favorite part:
I called on water to help me wash seeds of discontent away like the flood took the seeds in my garden. I won’t go with the flow. I am the flow, the torrent, the surging, roiling, tremendous flood waters. I am sweeping away this disappointment. I am sweeping away self-doubt. I am clearing, shoving, throwing, smashing, rolling and flowing. I am a forward pressing force of nature. No prisoners. Intruders to my well-being are being banished to dissolve. I am pulling my obstacles down with the undertow of my passion and I am being released above into the sunlit sparkles of gentle ripples of self love and light.
I’m a water sign – as Pisces as they come I’ve been told, but gotten much more grounded over the past 10 years. Water is a big theme in my dreams. I have recurring dreams about huge ocean waves that I am running away from and delicious dreams about swimming in rivers and streams where I become the current and go to the most beautiful places. There are lots of repeat places I go – a beach house nestled in the pink and orange flowers, a lake house with an empty room on the second floor that opens up to a narrow balcony, a waterfall at the end of a river that spills out into a deep swimming hole, a city on an ocean where I can go swimming in beautiful blue waters and drive along the coast, and a place in the Northwest of a dream country where I can sit and smell the salt air.
This article has me looking at all the water in my subconscious in a different way. All the pieces were there for me and I think I just got a glimpse of the whole beautiful picture.
It also reminded me of the last time I saw Tori Amos sing Precious Things. I don’t listen to the album it’s on anymore and felt I had grown out of the song. Then, to my surprise, I felt relief and incredible joy. It’s not about the beautiful Christian boys or the girls with fascist panties, it’s about renunciation “These precious things, let them bleed, let them wash away.” I’ve spent almost 20 years with that song and finally understand it.
I’ve been adaptable like water but through yoga have been backing up my flexibility with strength both on and off the mat. I’ve let things wash away, but I’ve dropped more things off the dock and let them lie glimmering underneath the surface. It’s time I take on that tidal wave that haunts my dreams – maybe it will back down, maybe I will swim with it, and maybe it will sweep me off to a new place. It’s time to channel all that water in my soul like a flash flood and take out the obstacles and distractions. It’s time to listen to my dreams when I become the current and swim deliciously through this life.
She’s right: It’s not enough to just let go. You have to wash it away, too.