I met a Navaho man in Utah, and he asked where I am from. I told him Michigan, and with excitement he said, “oh, so you are the water people!”
Of all the places we have traveled to in this world, that statement allowed me to recognize how proud I am to be apart of this land. Here, I have access to one-fifth of the worlds fresh water. That’s crazy! Among Potawatomi people, it is known that women are the bearers of water because it is so sacred. Water heals me. It drifts my frustrations and confusions away. It cleanses my physical body and my spirit.
I recently shared a prayer by the Haudenosaunee people about water, and how it is so important to respect it. (That means no more spraying roundup on those precious weeds.) By respecting and loving our water, we respect and love ourselves (the body is 60% water, the blood that runs through us is 92% water, our brain and muscles are 75% water, and so on.)
“We are grateful that the waters are still here and meeting their responsibility (quenching thirst, providing life) to the rest of creation. Can we agree that water is important to our lives and bring out minds together as one to send greetings and thanks to the water?”
If anyone asked me for advice to solve the problem of lack of happiness, I would tell them to drink a full glass of water first thing in the morning (with a lemon of course 🍋extra hydration) and to go sit by a body of water – lake, river or stream and ask the water to take your saddness away. She will!
I am so grateful for my home among the water people