#Day 9 – water’s Hidden Memory

This morning, as I followed my usual routines, a question quietly echoed in the background of my thoughts: If no one were to judge me, what would I stop doing—and what would I start?

It kept repeating like a soft whisper in the back of my mind. You know those questions that don’t scream but still shake something inside you? This was one of them. Even though I’ve done a lot of inner work—trying to unlearn old patterns from family, from society—there are still so many things I do just to fit in. To avoid rejection. To feel accepted. And I wonder… how many of my choices truly come from me?

Then, later, I read Day 9 in 365 Days with Water. And this line stopped me in my tracks: “Water holds memories of everything it touches.”

I paused. Something shifted. This wasn’t just poetic—It was truth. If my body is mostly water, and if water holds memory… then maybe some of the stories I’m trying to rewrite are written not only in my mind—but in my very cells.

I went straight to today’s practice. I filled a clear glass with water, whispered to it”You nourish me”. “You are pure.” And then, I drank it. It’s hard to explain, but the moment I swallowed, it felt like a warm light exploded in my chest and spread through my whole body. It felt like love. It felt like me remembering myself.

I think I’m falling in love—with my connection to water.

💧 As I whispered to the water and drank it, I wondered—how many times have I taken this sacred act for granted? How would life change if we treated every sip as sacred?

See you tomorrow,
with a blue heart 💙

Mona