It seems, when we are out and about, near the coast or in the heart of the wood, most souls trek toward the water. We stand there, look in, look out, look up.
The water draws our attention to the sky, doesn’t it?
The surface dances with the light, swirls with the color, and absorbs the heat of the day—or it is stricken into sheaths of ice in a season.
I especially love this find from one of my recent walks. Wood caught in the dance, forever changed by the colliding elements.
And somehow, the wood, the ice, the water signal to the sky above by their own matter.
How perfect it is then, that on this eve of Theophany, to consider that water brings attention to the heavens. For the Creator reveals His fullness through water tomorrow. And He sanctifies every drop thereafter, the stuff that forever points to the heavens. ☦️
angie dicken 