To dream of water is to make an encounter with the Earth’s own lifeblood, of which we are mostly composed and by which we are all related. Water is not simply our ’emotions’ but that which gives rise to emotions: the unconscious source of all vitality.
Though it is easy to become identified with our terrestrial roles and duties, the feeling life will not be ignored. It will come for you when you might need a good drowning, flood away that which is redundant, lead you to the fountain you don’t know you are thirsting for, or just sweep you away on its crest towards a new terrain.
At other times Water may cleanse and baptise you or introduce you to ancient helpers who live below your surface. It is the slipstream from which poetry is culled, the softening grief makes of us, it is the flow, the origin and sustenance of all life.
Though we give ourselves only small drinks to soothe our gasping gills, what we really need is to be often returned to these great depths, to be carried deeper into our own fathomlessness, immersed in that place where lovemaking is the dialect and discovery is the constant – where we are without destination or tether, carried by the twirling currents of change.