This top of a deodorant bottle looks from this angle like a fantastical long lost dinosaur egg (okay I do have an overactive imagination, but still). Aqua has a special glow to it that speaks of healing and gentleness. It makes me think of underground caves and verdigris, and of Mary too, as my Marian prayers book has a lovely turquoise cover. Aegean seas and peace, the calm of deep waves rolling in. Softness and maybe the otherworldliness of something as yet unhatched.
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
Pale blue lady, aqua mantled, kindness gazing out from your alabaster face, carved deep into the rock and our hurting souls. You smile, and the world is changed. Adoring the love on your dappled skin, ripples of reflected grace, the water feels less cold somehow, though we are up to our necks; and the tide is of no concern, merely the sea breathing: in and out, in and out. A caverned womb of healing, where we might be knit together once more, and our stretched sinews feel the call to entwine and relax. We go under and rise again, replenished by the carrier of living water.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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