Queen Water

Path/hike to St Nectan's Glen, Cornwall.

It's the peacefulness of the water crashing down each rock, each step.. free falling onto the next rock. Not looking, and with no fear.. just accepting that this is what happens, how life must be. It flows with no control, just trusting that it will be pulled to wherever it needs to go. Gravity, and elements of the landscape: all of them have a part in taking her to places, guiding her. But this doesn't make her docile.. quite the opposite. She flows yes, and she lets herself be carried- like the Queen, that she is, and that we worship and never ever against her will.

A Queen that knows that whatever she touches will be much better off after she's been there, because whatever she touches will live, simply because she was there.

In her gentle ripples she carries the power of life, soothing pains, giving us yet another day to be grateful for her passing. And in her passing she slowly creates sand, every grain holding the story of her journeys.

But it is in the sound, that I now am finding magic in. The sound of her passing, universally recognised, the sound of free flowing ease and trust.. There’s no need to look, just a few drops will make you turn your head. That’s the level of respect, admiration the Queen inspires.

And if you sit and listen closely, she may even give you a gift. As you close your eyes and listen to her whisper, listen to her song, the song we’ve learned to call 'white noise'. We tune out from all other frequencies, all other sounds and thoughts and pains that have been weighing on us. All that it is now, is us, and the sound of free-flowing water, of the gentle ripples crashing against the rocks. And we listen more deeply, and she’s not making any further effort, but we uncover more layers, new layers of calm, of peace, of trust. Open to those who are paying attention. And now all other noises are non-existent, all sorrows are gone, drowned by the healing frequencies of the water. She calms our mind, she calms our heart, and if we let her, if we listen, she heals our soul.

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