Take almost any path you please,
and ten to one it carries you down to a dale,
and leaves you by a pool in the stream.
There is magic in it.
~From MOBY DICK by Herman Melville
Like Melville, I’m drawn to water and its magical properties. The curious thing is that the magic happens not only in vast bodies of water like oceans but also in bodies of water as limited as what might be found in a garden fountain or the sometimes glassy stillness of water that stirs up magic and mystery. Yes, mystery too, and part of the mystery is that water gives the feeling that one is in the presence of something alive and vibrant. I remember as a child begging to go out and play in the rain or snow. If and when I got the chance, like most children, I’d stick out my tongue to catch raindrops or snowflakes and was so thrilled when either of them landed on my tongue. When I felt the wetness I knew instinctively that I was being fed something good, something essential to my existence. Perhaps deep in my heart of hearts, I knew even then that the Presence I felt in water was the Holy One’s. After all it was He who once hovered over earth’s waters and imbued them with His sanctity and His life giving force.
For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land—a land with streams and pools of water, with springs flowing in the valleys and hills. . . ~Deuteronomy 8:7 ✝