Pisces musings

Pisces. Mutable water.

The air fills with moisture until you can feel it in the breath, in your bones — little droplets of water collecting in the atmosphere, getting heavier, denser.

Will the rain fall? Or will it watch with its knowing sense that all beings on the earth are waiting and wondering?

The Imbolc sun creates vibrations in the soil. A little rain may help everything come alive.

Will water keep the inner fires burning? Or will it extinguish all passions with one surge of rain, overflowing tears saturated into thirsty earth?

Can the sun melt the ice or will it remain cold and frigid?

Melting ice softens the landscape, forms into waterfalls, dew crystallizes into rainbows. All is beautiful. All is well.

The breeze arrives to create a ripple of emotions and memories. The water flows towards the emotion and then back again.

Before long, thoughts and emotions are intertwined into a steady stream, then a flowing river, then surging waves.

And what becomes of the single leaf, following the call of spirit, on the surface of the stream?

Only the water can tell. Only the river knows where the cycle ends, weaving through crevices of earth and flowing with a gentle breeze of inspiration into journeys unknown.