#Day 24 – The Bond Between Water and Gratitude

“Who am I, in the presence of water?”

Today’s journal entry began with one line that immediately struck something in me:
“Gratitude infuses water with life-enhancing energy.”
And I realized… I truly love expressing gratitude to water.

To see water not just as a substance, but as a living wonder—
a mystery, a beauty, a quiet companion to life—makes me feel deeply, unspeakably thankful.

Every morning, one of the first things I do is whisper to my water.
“Thank you.”
For being here. For nourishing me. For simply existing.
And that small act fills my heart.

But this morning, another current pulled me inward.
A quiet, persistent question:
Who am I?
What is my identity?

I don’t know where the question came from—it just appeared, like light breaking through the surface.
And it stayed with me all day.
I remembered an old proverb that says:
“Your identity is like water—try to grasp it, and it slips through your fingers.”

And it’s true.

Even though I try not to create fixed identities for myself,
I still find myself reaching for labels, definitions, ways to explain who I am.
Family, society, culture—they all quietly write their scripts inside us.

When I finally sat with my journal and did the practice—I held my water, whispered my gratitude:
“Thank you for nourishing me.”
“Thank you for your purity.”

And then I drank.

And something strange happened.

I could feel its purity.
Like I wasn’t just sipping water—I was receiving a transmission.
Each swallow felt like a moment of truth.

And then this question came:
Does water try to define itself?
Does it wonder who it is?

Or does it just be?
Flowing. Pure. Present. Essential.

Then I read the closing line of today’s entry:
“Gratitude transforms the ordinary into extraordinary”.

And yes—That’s exactly what happened inside me.
The question “Who am I?” no longer felt like pressure.
It became an invitation.
An invitation to feel myself, instead of define myself.

So I gave myself a gift:
I danced for 12 minutes with my eyes closed.
No music.
Just me.

Asking, not with words,
but with breath, and motion, and silence:
Who am I, when no one is watching?
Who am I, when I let go?

And maybe, just maybe—I began to hold myself a little closer.

This was my experience of Day 24.
A day of soft questions, clear water, and deep, wordless thanks.

See you tomorrow,
With a blue heart 💙
Mona