I love this.

All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way dawn threw itself across the cow pond  and turned the water to light.

— Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child

Invocation.

Spring Snow/Crabapple Tree (3.13.13, Anchorage, Alaska)

~ Here and Now..
I evoke the elemental force of Water,
the fluid of infinite shapes and forms.
Flowing source of adaptability, emotion and life.
I seek the pure spring within, that I may
drink deep of change, relationship, nourishment and grace.
I call you forth to wash away all that needlessly binds,
and to move fluidly in this world.
Ocean and River, Ripple and Rain,
Water… I call thee hence. ~~