Water
The first water is the body
I carry you in my body: you, defender of the sacred, lover of water. My water moves through me a lifeline, a flow. Sometimes no more than a trickle and sometimes a torrent. It's agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain. I think of the women of this land, the keepers of the wells. The knowledge we once cherished. The water of the land should be tended, worshiped, minded, and women the ones to do it. Our rivers are goddesses Boyne for Boinne, water and milk, sacred cows and galaxies. And fluid is my favourite state: to shapeshift to take on new forms, still wholly oneself is a gift. Women are amazing. Curious child to compliant adult, rebel mother to wise elder - so many permutations but always, always, ourselves. The Earth as mother, maiden crone makes sense to me on a cellular level - beyond intellect - a felt sense. Her waters of agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain. They are for us. There can be no life without river, but there can also be no river without life. We need each other to live most fully. So, I carry you in my body, and I feel you carry me in yours.
Thank you to Samrinder Atwal for introducing me to this stunning piece of writing by Natalie Diaz which prompted my own musings on water and bodies.




So so stunning xx
between you and natalie diaz (thank you for that) i find my self wanting to write about water