11/03/2026
Alfred Tennyson’s words move like a quiet tide—so full they need no sound to announce their power.
“But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep-Turns again home.”
In his image of waters drawn from the boundless deep and turning home, something ancient stirs within us. Water becomes more than an element; it becomes a mirror, a memory, and an invitation. I sense how deeply the currents of water reside within our own temples, our own stories, calling us inward toward the places where emotion, shadow, and truth converge, waiting to be felt, reflected, and released.
It generates a significant internal movement when considering the role of the element of Water in various aspects of our stories. The deep water within the Earth’s matrix can unroof parts of us that are ready to be reflected, allowed, and set free. The darkness in the deep recesses of our ocean floors can bring us to the black void, deep within. A place filled with such riches to regain our many gifts we may have yet to allow. It’s in the acceptance of those rough seas, within our emotional bodies, while riding those waves, which seem to always find a way back into the natural ebb and flow within ourselves, to a deeper, more fulfilling way of being.
The rhythmic flow of nature, a world of such grandeur, amazes us in our most extraordinary reflection when we allow our internal system to connect with her. I can feel this deep well when I sit in allowance, as if not from tears of sadness, it’s a release of what’s not allowing me to be with all my magnificence alongside hers.
Here’s to being with the rhythm of your internal waters that are beckoning your soul back home.
