after the deluge

{image: Sean Caulfield}

A continuing meditation on water... It's always been really fascinating to me that our bodies function as conduits for water every day. The obvious drink-urinate cycle is there-- and it's fun to connect that process with the modern devices of plumbing-- pipes into your house, pipes out, making yourself the middle, walking pipe section. And then you can feed it into all your other body systems, since they're all made up of water, too. Today I've been thinking about the way that when you're the most emotionally vulnerable, you pour water (saline, even-- like seawater) out of your eyes. I cried today three times-- first, for the weirdest reason (watching a video of French b-boys), then an appropriate one (reading my sister-in-law's memorial speech about her dad) and finally an understandable one (after a long day of watching kids, being alone while each of them stayed up hours past their usual bedtime). Aesthetic movement, sympathetic grief, frustrated exhaustion... just a handful of reasons to turn the faucets on.