I have spent the last two or so weeks studying and meditating on water. Because Zion is, of all the places on earth, one of the most striking examples of the power, beauty, and magic of water. I suppose I should have known going into my riverwalk down the Virgin River narrows that my soul would turn to being absorbed with water in all its forms and functions. I needed it, but I didn’t realize how much. I grew up spending my winters in Oregon and my summers in Indiana; in essence, my entire life for several years revolved entirely around
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