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Water

It’s been a while… I’ve been working with water energy this evening…

 

In the ritual waters of my delving I put dried roses, buds and leaves.

As they soaked up the water they became full and gave out their sweet fragrance.

And then their colour.

And then their definition.

They became water laden,

sank to the bottom,

began to disintegrate.

But the water held their potent perfume.

If the water can’t flow, move, change it will become stagnant,

the magic of the roses will become heavy,

no longer cleansing and fresh.

If you try to cling on,

to that sweet perfume

it will start to stink.

 

It’s medicine

will become poison.

Water must move, must change.

Let it flow.

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