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A Separation of Life


Water, the median of life. Growing up in a small town nestled tightly in the arms of the
wasatch front, I learned early the importance of nature. There was a fine line drawn
between religion and the outdoors, and the quest of my life was to determine an
appropriate balance. Water, signifying the line between the spiritual and physical, played
an important role in my secular teachings. Cutting through the center of town it was the
very phenomenon that I had grown to love, the river. Soul restored and imagination
stirred, the words of the river echoed the marks of God. Although by nature I stood alone,
untutored and untouched, the waters of life left me free to understand the natural side of
God's order. With its flowing properties and unbridled passion to move forward, the water
was my spirit.


An old weathered palm tree emerged from the seemingly impenetrable sandy beach. I leaned
back against its rough surface as the waves of the emerald blue ocean slowly crawled to my
feet. They lapped relentlessly against the shore as if trying to take me back with them.
The wind blew gently over the top of the distant incoming waves as they mirrored back the
competing rays of sun. With each reflection, I narrowly squinted my eyes and continued to
marvel at this picturesque interaction of color and beauty.


I raised my hand to my brow, wiping off the beads of sweat that saturated my face. As my
fingers moved across my sensitive skin, I could tell the sun had left its mark. I felt
their was no escaping the blanket of rays only the clouds above seemed to be able to
control. The pain was uncomfortable, but disappeared quickly as I scooped up the cool
water and splashed it on my face.


I knew that I could not drink the seemingly infinite volume of water which surrounded me,
so I headed for a nearby stream. Kneeling down, I penetrated the stream with cupped hands
and raised the fresh water to my dry lips. I was unable to control the water as it sifted
through my fingers and ran down my arms, as if trying to escape back to the stream. I
licked my salty lips and drank. I had never before tasted a more refreshing drink of
water. This euphoric experience was one that I savored, as I reached for a second handful.


There have been few experiences throughout my life that I remember more vividly than of
that day on the beach. I often think about where the water would flow, and who would be
the recipient of its aqueous forgiveness. This simple stream had been the solution to my
unquenchable need for sustenance. My connection, as if umbilical, was met when I broke the
skin of mother natures body to partake of her life giving substance. But, something
separated me from that world which existed internally beneath the stream. This was the
first spiritual encounter I remembered having with water. The thoughts of these
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