I never feel so many emotions inside as when I watch the water. From the time I was young galloping across the prairies I have marvelled at the varying thoughts when I see water. Yes – our farm had copious amounts of sloughs (insect infested waters, full of grasses and often drying up by fall in the dips and crannies). But to see them on a clear day was to see the bluest of blue waters with sparkling fairies dancing on the rippling surface – a mystical dream. To see them on a windy day – large enough to see ‘white-caps’ – a tiny power somewhat like the power of a child. On a hot day – not wanting to get the itch (somewhat like measles if you dared swim in these waters) – I would ride my horse into a slough at a gallop. The splashing water was a welcome relief from relentless heat.
As I grew older I visited the Great Lakes. One of the most fascinating things I watched was the huge ships climb the waters in the locks man has created.
Then I saw the ocean and realized this was what water could teach me. The lazy, rolling waves giving me a feeling of peace, tranquility and calmness.
The roaring power of huge waves reveal a power and I feel an anger inside. Water has the ability to summon many emotions I require to write. I find watching water is a great method to summon those emotions.