Last year, I traveled through Yellowstone National Park. My parents had taken my sister and me once before when I was young, and my memory usually blends it together with our other family camping trips. But I do remember the campground where my sister fell and scraped her face, and the smell of sulfur that the geysers released into the forest.
Upon traveling back alone as an adult, I recall a different set of details. Like the crowd of a hundred people pouring out of tour buses, licking ice cream cones as they waited for old faithful to put on a show. And the thickest layer of fog that I’ve ever seen, settled atop the lake and casting a white sheet across my vision. And the brightly colored, golden leaves of Aspen trees, speckled amidst an entire landscape of a deep sea of evergreens.
Most fondly, I remember soaking in the hot springs.
A local couple in Cody, Wyoming suggested that I visit Boiling River, where a natural hot spring merges with a freshwater mountain river to create various temperatures of warm pools. I scoured the map I was given upon entry into the park, and the landmark was not listed. But I kept searching, because something told me it was going to be magical. When I asked a park ranger how to get to Boiling River, she looked almost disappointed as she reached under the desk to hand me a small piece of paper with driving directions.
Upon arriving, I realized that only a handful of lucky people knew about this special trailhead, compared to the hoards of tourists filling the park roads. I felt like I had discovered something secret.
Winding down the sunny trail, I gazed at a wide river with a tributary coming from the south. Boiling water streamed into the cool river, warming the rocks on the banks and gathering in small pools that had been created by past visitors. I stripped off my shoes and clothes and cautiously stepped into the water. It’s not always natural for me to “go with flow.” And it’s hard to explain my sensation of contentment, the ephemeral feeling that everything is exactly as it should be.
But something about that water had shifted something inside me.
I didn’t know where I was sleeping that night. All I knew was that I would drive north towards Bozeman, where I hoped to find a place to camp before it got dark. Part of me was anxious while another part of me felt incredibly liberated, as this was the first day of my trip that wasn’t clearly planned. After soaking up the water and the sun for a few hours, I felt something pull me back on the trail and back on the road. This little voice was telling me, “it’s time to go.”
As I drove north, I listened to this unfamiliar voice of intuition while it guided me to a campground, hidden off the highway in Pray, Montana. While I was eating, stretching, and setting up my tent, this was the rainbow that appeared.
Later that night, I was reading a book that gave me the last puzzle piece for my latest creative endeavor. I was gifted the name for GROOVE, and my passion project finally felt like it might really happen. Trembling with excitement, I barely slept a wink.
But I should have known, that’s how water works.
Water is the element that nourishes and feeds us. It not only gives us life, but it makes up more than half of our physical bodies, and it covers over 70% of the earth’s surface. While mystics might claim that certain people can last weeks without water, the average human cannot live longer than three days without hydrating. But water is not only essential for our survival, it is the greatest source of our pleasure.
Water immediately provides abundance, and the treasures of creation flow forth from the wettest parts of the earth.
Rain forests are the most biodiverse areas in the world, because there is water. Oceans are filled with more unknown species than we can count, because there is water. Riverbanks provide the fertile soil for agriculture and natural plant life, because there is water. On the opposite spectrum, the most desolate parts of the earth are those places without water. And when a certain location experiences an extended drought, it equally and negatively affects both humans and the environment.
Wealth comes directly from our connection to the water element.
Our characteristics of creativity and sexuality are located in our sacral center. This is our body’s second chakra, or energetic wheel, and it is associated with the element of water. If you think about it, creative and sexual expression both share the same outwardly flowing qualities of a healthy, bountiful, natural spring.
This spring of circulating and unrestrained energy is the source of our personal expression. When we are openly connected with the energy of water that is within us, we synchronize ourselves with the abundant nature that is outside of us, flowing always and all around. And at any moment in time, we can call upon the bounty of water’s magical powers, just as we celebrate joy in the creative process or pleasure in a sexual experience.
Water, creativity, and sexuality are all begging for effortless action. The best ideas don’t come from banging our heads against the wall, just like good sex doesn’t happen through force.
There is a surrendering that invites things to fall into their natural place.
There is a sort of letting go that allows water to flow freely, spread out, and settle down.
There is a gentle release that liberates our greatest potential and allows us to become more of the person that we are meant to be.
Water is the strongest and most powerful element on earth. It can literally move mountains, and it will break down anything that gets in it’s way. Likewise, your creative and sexual power is the most influential aspect of your being. So if you’re like me, and you want to change the world, then evaluating your relationship with the wildly creative, insanely sexual, and intimately expressive part of yourself might be a good place to start.
Because, like water, we all have magical powers. We just have let them flow.
by Maria Borghoff