Water is the keeper of our memories.
Every morning, as the Sun rises to erase all trace of yesterday asking us to stay in the present, Water hurries outside to gather every droplet of moisture from the Earth so she can flow into the Well of Memory and nourish the roots of the Tree of Life.
If the Well of Memory dries up, the Tree of Life cannot grow.
When we remember, we grieve, and grief is praise.
Grief is the natural way love honors what we can only remember a little,
but which our hearts never forget.
We alchemize grief and praise into water,
water into memory,
memory into beauty,
beauty into life.
May our memories stay sacred
May the water always find our days
May the tree grow tall, and strong and beautiful.
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