A couple days ago I spent some time near the falls of the north fork of the Jocko River. The Salish name of the river is nisisutetkʷ ntx̣ʷe. The glacier lilies were bright orbs along the rocky edges of the water.
Snow melt plunged from steep drops into pools and the early evening light illuminated layers of turbulence.
The water in my body feels kinship with the water outside my body and when I see water leaping and filled with light I feel it inside me. May each of us do what we can to protect water that makes life possible. Water is sacred.