Day 41 | The Social and Cultural Impact of Water
Today, I didn’t just think of water as something I drink or feel — I saw it as something we share.
Last night, I saw my home burning in a dream. My home was completely destroyed, and all of my family was there. The fire felt wild and untamed—but strangely sacred.
I woke up shaken, but somehow cleansed.
In many ancient traditions, fire is a symbol of transformation. It burns what no longer serves us—old beliefs, attachments, and fears—so that something new may rise from the ashes.
Water, the element of peace, meets fire, the element of change.
Water flows between people, between lands, between hearts, It carries stories.
Water doesn’t care about borders or names.
It just connects.
I thought about the rituals we do — how people bathe before prayer, how hands are washed before meals,
how mothers bless their children with water and a prayer.
Somewhere, someone else is doing the same thing.
Right now.
With water.
There’s something so humbling about knowing I’m part of that same ancient rhythm.
Something so grounding in realizing that my cup of water holds not just minerals — but memory.
Memory of rivers, of blessings, of community.
Today’s practice reminded me that water isn’t just for healing the body — it’s for remembering that we’re never alone.
That somewhere, water is doing what it always does:
bringing us back to each other.
Today I realized: even destruction can be divine when it clears the way for truth.
I am not broken. I am becoming.
See you tomorrow,
with a blue heart 💙
Mona