The Clarity of Water
“What is your most vivid memory of living by water, being on the water or creating art work about water?”
Jo Grishman, Artist
Sinking inward I look outward and see a turbulent world. I look inward and see a mental tempest. Ironically when I step into water, step into mother, the dust settles, and the seeming distortion of myself that I see, turns to a quiet clarity. I focus and I know I am home.
Joanne Licardo, Artist
One day I swam across Coffenbury Lake three times. I tried for four, but when I tried to return the wind picked up and slapped water in my face and up my nose. I stood on the dark, cold shady shore with mud oozing between my toes, and imagined if somehow I could manifest a canoe. I ended up walking 2 1/2 miles around the lake in bare feet and a wet bathing suit, thinking the whole time about all the times I had almost drowned in my life, and I was very grateful I had not.
Chiemi Davis, Senior Director of a national child welfare program
I wish I could write poetry, a haiku, prose that reflect my love of what being at this place means to me. My childhood was formed by the sight, smell and feel of warm waters by day and cooler water at night. The lapping of waves against the shore was like a mother’s heart beat to me. It calmed my troubled soul and provided me peace when there was none available anywhere else. The water was cleansing. My sins and those that were perpetrated upon me disappeared as I eased my body, mind and soul into the cool blue waters. Time slowed down with my breathing and I was made whole again to face another day. I found courage and purpose to Imua (ee mooh ah) (move forward with purpose).