I've always had a strange, dual relationship with water...one characterized by both awe and fear.
In retrospect, it quite makes sense. The symbolism of the element of water, the emotionality, the flow, were things that I never felt sure of...always felt threatened by. Feelings have the ability to wash me away on a reluctant journey toward things I prefer to ignore. They have the inordinate ability to envelop me in a sense of chaos...lack of control. And, my mind always insists I be in control.
But, my heart, she tells a different tale. She wants experience, sensuality, tactile pleasure, and rollicking sentiment, spiraling from deep within and rocketing out into the sentient world.