
Shock and sadness wash through lives as water rises, washes away dreams, muddies lives, upends structures, and rips apart the trajectory of what feels certain, familiar, steady, and known. Water finds its path, determines lives, then flows to the source. Watery tears are shed for all that is lost and forever changed.
“Death is water’s close companion. The two cannot be separated, and neither can be separated from us, for they are what we are ultimately made of: the versatility of water, and the closeness of death. Water has no beginning and no end, but death has both. Death is both. Sometimes death travels hidden in water, and sometimes water will chase death away, but they go together always, in the world and in us.”
― Emmi Itäranta, Memory of Water
“Water is life’s matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.”
– Albert Szent-Gyorgyi.
“We forget that water and life cycles are one.”
-Jacques Cousteau.