What if love was as available as the waves of the sea that splash the sand every day? Would you still stand a few feet away, would you keep watching it move, would you let it splash you, or would you jump in?
I don’t know what made me write that, or think it, except that the water touched me in a way I can not easily put into words — its movement and its clarity, its playfulness and its reliability, its age and its newness — and yet, the understanding that love is like water and water like love was complete and organic.
And we, we beings, are like the pebbles that the water plays with: some on the beach, some in the surf, some deep in the ground and part of the basin that holds the water and lets it be.
NJ,
11 August 2016
Nanda Jurela 