Hekate Einalia

Water

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Nikita Gill

When they ask you why you love the rain, the ocean, the river, 

tell them it is because unlike the people who should have loved you better, 

the water was never afraid to touch you;

even when you were at your most damaged and broken.

Mother, I have told myself several times over the past few days to sit down and write to You. It's not that I haven't found or made the time to do so. It's that I always think my words aren't good enough yet. But when have You ever asked me to be "good enough"? You guide me toward more. That's true. You have always embraced me as I am, though. You have held me, washed me, soothed me, let me cry... You have embraced and loved me when I have felt like such a mess that I didn't want myself anymore!

I don't want to bring You my troubles because I only want to give You praise. Part of why I praise You, though, is because of how You have guided me through troubles in the past. I know I can trust You! It all gets so wrapped around me, though...so tangled, so obstructing. But what I want to say, really, is that You are beautiful! I can see the destruction of storms and still think the storm is beautiful. I can see the problems in the roof when the rain comes and still love the rain...the cooler temperatures, the sound, the feel of the drops against my skin, the way the plants thrive and grow. The music of it! Not just the sound, but music in many ways through all of the senses! I can look at the river and love seeing the flow and breathing the air, even when I can't swim.

And I love You. I don't just love the blessings. I love Your existence. I love You like I love the water. So vital for health and survival, but that's not the only reason for the love.

Khaire Hekate Einalia!