I am floating and I am falling
because there is water in my bones.
Darkness fills my vision and makes its burn
because there is water in my eyes.
All silence is loud
because there is water in my mind.
Pressure fills my chest
because there is water in my lungs.
I am drowning
because there is water in my soul.
-k.a.
“He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”
John 7:38 NKJV
Authors Note:
I can’t say I’m particularly proud of my frequent flings with procrastination. But this time, I think it’s justified. I’ve been a busy woman lately, and somehow, writing has taken the back seat during this ride (which is why I am now writing this at 10:16 pm — eight-ish hours before it’s set to publish).
My days have mostly been consumed with photography. I’ve edited more photos in the past three days than I have in the last six months, but I’m happy to do it because I missed it.
Of course, I’ve managed to squeeze in a few other things. I spent two hours in a hot tub with friends, sipping home-made margaritas. Best believe I had the best sleep of my life that night.
I hugged people at church because I was genuinely happy to see their faces.
I tweaked my back during a workout and still can’t fully turn to my right, but I’m getting there.
And tonight, I’m FaceTiming my long-distance boyfriend. While I type this author’s note on my phone, he’s watching the Rams vs Lions game, scraping salmon and carrots off his plate and scooping them into his mouth.
This weekend was filled with everything but writing, and I was okay with that. I think I’m gaining more confidence in my craft. Does that sometimes blur into procrastination? Maybe. But creating on the spot is getting easier, and that’s a great thing.
Anyway, I wrote this poem almost a year ago, and with a few minor revisions, I brought it back to life. There’s no deep meaning behind it — it’s just what it is.
Sometimes, there’s water inside of you that feels uncomfortable, lonely, heavy. But water isn’t always bad. Without it, there’s no life. Like the tides, hope rises and it recedes, but it’s always there.
You might not feel it right now, but you are alive. I wonder how our lives would change if we started thinking that way instead.
Newsletter Spotlight:
This week I am happy to feature
’s, To Be Weight. This piece is achingly beautiful, highlighting the beauty of what it could mean to hold weight, to be anchor-like.
Love this! Loved most that you were busy-procrastinating....or something like it and this post still came through with a wonderful message! Think procrastinating, like being filled to the brim with water, may not be all bad....just a matter of perspective, and I love yours!
"Sometimes, there’s water inside of you that feels uncomfortable, lonely, heavy. But water isn’t always bad. Without it, there’s no life. Like the tides, hope rises and it recedes, but it’s always there."💜🙏🌊
Thank you for featuring me🤎 also, very coincidental that I read this piece as I am currently writing about being water. I loved this👏🏾