Being held

The goslings are growing. Instead of just being little bundles of green fluff, they’ve grown legs.

And legs, or more particularly webbed feet, can propel you underwater.

Yet, you can’t stay there. And like the proverbial cork, they bob to the surface again.

Held by the buoyancy of the water.

And here’s the thing: that’s what water can do for us if we let it.

Sometimes we need that sense of being held more than others.

I wonder, what does your ‘water place’ do for you?