We are reminded of the weight of water; the power it holds. Water shifts equilibrium, re-orients completely. Water betrays, refuses to be controlled, knows all. Master teacher of humility, water will come first for your pride, then break your heart. Water refuses detachment, sustains consciousness, mocks the masculine threshold for pain. Water delivers a breaking only the feminine could withstand.
I know we don’t say it often. It’s not our immediate thought when we look in the mirror. It’s not how we greet those around us in our community. We assign people dozens of labels, but “Creator” is rarely one of them.