"Water, water, everywhere - and not a drop to drink..."

The sailor who killed the albatross doomed himself and his ship. Are we doing the same thing to ourselves with what we think is "water?"

It's a big business these days, even in Colombia, to sell water in plastic containers. It is touted as being "pure," but is it? And is pure water really good water?

Droplets of rain water caught by a large leave in Washington State, USA.

I have been reading a lot about 'life structured' water where additional elements of hydrogen are added in to make it more like the water we were born with in our bodies. And I actually wear an ionizing bracelet to help make the water I ingest regain those elements from what I do drink, which is probably more an aqueous solution than 'water.' But re-ionizing water is not enough, I feel certain.

Water that comes from the public provider is loaded with chlorine (I can usually smell it as it comes out and perhaps you can, too.) and with fluorine (I've already addressed this issue in another post.), bromides, iodides, rubidium, aluminum, copper (if the pipes are copper), magnesium, phosphates, etc. But is there any kind of notice that comes with the delivery of that liquid?

The plastic that the water is carried in, the ones you buy at the store, are giving off PCBs and other elements from the moment it is put into the container. By the time you purchase it, it can hardly be called 'pure.' The ONLY container to effectively hold water is glass or perhaps stainless steel. The aluminum bottles leach metals into the water; maybe small amounts - but over time you are getting more metals than are good for you. And if the manufacturer puts in sweeteners or flavors, now you have a drink, but not pure water.

Reverse Osmosis (RO) and desalinization are only changing the structure of water from being salty to being without salt and do nothing about the contaminants that are in the water.

The sister of a former boyfriend claims that their well water is "excellent," but she and her husband both have health issues. Wells bring the water up from the ground, including calcium, carbonates, and whatever has leeched into that area of ground. This can cause the body to drop those minerals out of the skeletal system which might show up as arthritis.

Rain pours from the clouds and down the
cobbled streets of La Loma in Barichara.

OK, so what about rain water? I actually drink quite a bit of that here because it is easy to get (cheap!) and I always thought that was a good ionized re-cycled water. But I've been reading that it actually is more like an aqueous solution of whatever got pulled into the clouds nearby - and recently that includes more iodine and cesium from Japan's reactors - which might also include jet fuel, auto emissions, smoke stack emissions and other pollutants.
Dr. Alexis Carrell, Nobel Laureate, 1912, said: "The cell is immortal. It is merely the fluid in which it floats that degrades. Replace the fluid, and give it what it needs for food; and the pulse of life will go on forever".

If the cell can go on forever with the correct fluid, then why are we dying of thirst out here? Perhaps all the 'water' we are consuming is not getting to the cells. We end up with issues of bloating and premature aging and other serious health concerns because the cells are not being supplied with the necessary elements to do their work.

There are plenty of enterprising people selling tools to re-structure water, to re-energize water, to show us how to meditate more effectively and thus change our environment. But of all of these, only Dr. Masuro Emoto of Japan has demonstrated proof that water is receptive to our feelings. If you go to this site, you can read about Hado, what it is and how to do it. For free. 

On the Emoto Project web site, Dr. Emoto has asked for us to pray daily for the reactors and the water in them.

“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, 

we are sorry to make you suffer. 

Please forgive us.  We thank you, and we love you.” 

This is in line with a universal prayer of love and forgiveness:

I am sorry, 

Please forgive me.

Thank you, and

I love you.

The point of delivering this message today, on Easter, is that prayer does work. Intentions also work. Bless your water before drinking it. Intend that the water is serving as your portal to doing good things, thinking right thoughts, believing in healing. And I am intending right along with you that your water is filling you up with good energy, healing energy, and making all your good cells fight off all the bad cells - and this IS for the highest and best good of all concerned. So be it and SO IT IS!!!!! whooo hooooo and Amen.

Summer is over.

This photo of the pier near the ferry landing in Edmonds, Washington, does not give a hint that summer is over. I took this last week. Yesterday the air was clean, crisp, clear. And cool. Summer is over - at least in this neck of the woods.

I was left to my own devices all day long - not necessarily a good thing. After walking about the Alderwood Mall for several hours and buying only a monopod for my camera, I figgered it was time to head back to the home base. The restless feeling was still there, and the sun was making a beeline for the horizon, so I thought it might be time for another Mukilteo sunset.

(Do you know what a "beeline" really is? It's a straight line, taken from the observers of bees, flying from the flowers back to the hive.)

This shot (left) of the Olympic range has all those perfectly delicate pastel colors I try to recreate in my drawings but never quite master. (This was what I saw at the ferry landing when I began thinking it was time to consider something rash, like running and jumping on a departing ferry boat.)

On board the ferry heading for Whidbey Island.

OK, so grab the camera, something warm and the car keys. Amazingly enough for a Friday night, the line to the ferry was practically gone! I found a place to park and went to Ivar's and ordered a small shrimp and french fries. As I was sitting by myself, I thought, "Why don't you just get a walk-on ticket and take a ferry ride? It's a nice night, not too windy, no one has to be asked 'Can I?' and maybe you'll get some interesting shots." I went quickly to the ticket window and the fellow said "If you hurry you can get on this one, $4.10 please, and be back here by 8:30." Deal.

Arriving at Whidbey Island.

I was feeling a bit lonely and whenever I get to that place, I find if I do something for someone else, I always can bring myself back to center. Healing me, I heal others - like Reiki which works in reverse. I decided I would take some pictures to share with a particular blog friend who suffers with MM, and who has other challenges which make mine seem infinitesimal by comparison. So this story is for B, not the B belonging to Feresknit, but a B nonetheless - perhaps more of the B-line, since this individual is such a straight-shooter.

The ride over was brisk - brisk by speed standards and easily by temperature standards. The air has a bite from the north which makes the  photography especially crisp, but also nips at one's fingers like an ice puppy making a down vest very desirable.

Waiting to take the same ferry back to Mukilteo.

I loved watching the sky change color and tried to get a clear shot here, but the ferry passenger waiting spot doesn't have great views. The land mass on the horizon is Everett with the Cascade mountain range faintly seen.

Then as the ferry boat whistle blew, I went to the other side to catch this shot (below) of the pink clouds and their light on the water. Really, who could take a bad shot of sunset anyhow? As I listened to the churning of the motors below, I got that same kind of excitement I used to get when we got underway from the harbors in the South and I knew we had an adventure in store. There is a new one ahead for me.

As the ferry heads back across the Puget Sound to
Mulkilteo, the last light of the sun catches the clouds.

But traveling just 20 minutes by boat doesn't constitute the bigger one of which I speak. This was just a side trip, a break in the routine, a short diversion from the longer journey. This was just helping me get myself back on center by sharing something lovely with someone I wished could be sharing it with me... not any friend, but a special pal who listens and gives me feedback. Now that is a Friend indeed!

Arriving after sunset at Mukilteo.

As I walked off the ferry, the fellow who had to help me figure out how to scan my ticket and kept  his calm while the line handlers were impatient to let go and let the ferry get under way greeted me as if I was returning from an around-the-world adventure. "How was your trip?" he asked.

"Quite lovely," I replied. "I had a great time." His smile equalled mine. "That's great! Have a nice evening."

I held up traffic for just a second while I snapped this last shot coming off the ferry and walking toward the parking lot. It sums up my day. We cannot make shore without the beacons of our friends, guiding us toward their light, their unspoken caring pulling us into a safe harbor and calmer waters. And like lighthouses, we don't need many. 

Mukilteo Lighthouse still shines for sailors.

In a few days, I will pack my suitcases and head south - far south... back to South America for a couple of months. I will miss the turning of the leaves, the impending cool of winter. Instead I will be in 75 degrees every day for several weeks and then will come back to the absolute chill of November. Another adventure in the making. More stories to tell.

I will be sharing those travels as I have access to the Internet, so I hope you will check in now and then.

In the Pink

Yesterday evening, for the first time in probably two years, I started to have all the signs of a cold... sneezing, stuffy head, feeling a bit chilled and grumpy.

I looked at the symptoms and asked myself, "What is it about all these elements that I am drawing toward me that I need to look at?"

I decided I could best evaluate all this from under the down coverlet and climbed into bed early. Historically, going back many decades to when I was little, faking a cold meant I didn't have to go to school. I got to be so good at it that my mother hated to take my temperature because she knew it was going to be higher than normal and she would have to call the school and tell them I wasn't going to be there. Sometime around lunchtime, when it was too late to take me to school, I would have a miraculous recovery and my temperature would be back to my normal, which is lower than 98.6. And I would have had a lovely day reading and listening to the radio - back in those days, when horses had toes, we didn't have a television.

Jey-hu and I have had a lot of intense things to take care of recently and so when I began my reflection, I realized that it was my mind and body saying, "We need to have a retreat from the activities and go from the very busy "doing," and shift gears from stop to just "being." Kind of like letting the car be in "Park" or at idle. Idyll. Ideal. Yeah.

This morning when I woke up to sunshine and the magnolias just dripping petals all over the yard, I knew I was back "in the pink," and ready to see what the day had to offer. The morning drive to the post office to pick up the mail was crisp, but clear and bright - a respite from the rain and greyness which is about to come back... forecast is for wet weather probably through the weekend.

Later this afternoon on the drive home from a visit with a friend I noticed (and the shutter was too slow so it's a bit fuzzy) that "the pink" was still present... can you see it, too? You can probably see the rain falling over our house as well because we live almost dead ahead of the roadway up on the hill.