Vast Water
a call to the water
The way the water moves out and close enough to know those ripples are kin and the flow among the stones surely kneeling as if Goddess Herself chose this as Her well to dip to submerge to wash Her hair and understand the waves moving close to home towards the expanse, the calling pull of vast.
I’ve been taught that water is the most symbolic and representative element of femininity—its movement, its adaptability, and its power to nourish and transform. There’s something about the way water gives itself—flowing into the smallest spaces, holding the stillness of a pond, or surging into waves that reshape the earth itself. It reminds me of what it means to be a woman: to hold both softness and strength, to flow where we are called yet remain deeply connected to the source.
This poem feels like a quiet meditation on that truth: how water mirrors the Goddess Herself—moving out and close, both a gentle ripple and a vast calling. It speaks to the sacred act of submerging into life, letting the waves pull us toward home, even as we answer the call of something greater.
I invite you to take a moment with this piece. See where it flows within you—what it stirs, what it soothes, what it calls you to remember.
Love you,
Hunni
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