Love Is Water

Beauty| Wellness| Organic Lifestyle
February 13, 2026•6 min read

An Agape Reflection on Life, Safety, and Remembering


Before I had language for water, before I understood what it was or what it meant, it existed forme as a mystery. I grew up in San Diego, where the ocean was not something to analyze or fear but something to enter fully, with my whole body. I remember allowing the waves to crash against me, feeling their force move through me, sometimes catapulting me forward, sometimes pulling me under just long enough to remind me that I was small and yet deeply held. The waterfelt alive and playful, as though it was responding to me as much as I was responding to it, and in those moments, I did not feel separate from it at all.


The ocean moved like a song that was always on beat, and I would fall into a trance as I built castles and entire cities out of sand, knowing they would eventually be taken back by the tide.

There was no disappointment in that, only wonder. I also remember still water, quiet pools, and reflective surfaces that turned the world upside down. I loved watching familiar surroundings become something entirely new when mirrored through water. Even as a child, it felt mystical, almost magical, as though water was inviting me to see reality from a different perspective. That feeling never left me.


What my body knew then, long before my mind could articulate it, was that water is a force to be respected. I learned this the day I was caught in a riptide, slowly being pulled farther from shore.

I remember my parents’ voices echoing in my mind, reminding me to keep my head above water, to swim parallel to the shore, to let the waves help me rather than fight them. That moment taught me something profound: survival does not come from domination, but from relationship. From tuning in. From listening. I did not stop playing in the ocean after that day, but I never entered it unconsciously again.

Water gave me awareness.


Later, at my grandmother’s house, a neighbor nearly drowned in her pool, and I realized then that not everyone knows how to swim, not everyone understands how to move with water rather than against it. To enter its depths without panic, to trust yourself enough to resurface, to learnits rhythm-this is what transforms fear into freedom. Once you learn how to meet water in this way, the fear of death loosens its grip, and what once felt dangerous becomes a place of joy, peace, and presence.


There is a reason humans feel calmer near water.

It is hardwired into us as a symbol of life. When we see water, something ancient in our nervous system relaxes, recognizing that life can be sustained here. Water is almost always surrounded by beauty, lush plants, movement, and reflection, and it reminds us that something greater than ourselves is at work, something that also lives within us. Water reveals the vastness and versatility of our Creator.

It's sound, it's mirrored surfaces, the steam rising off a lake in the early morning, all of it speaks in a language older than thought. Many people experience the depth of water’s influence subconsciously, which is why so many feel an unexplainable release simply by being in its presence.

Water signals safety to the body in ways words cannot. It is the medium through which life communicates. Living, mineral-rich, structured water fuels our cells, allowing the body’s communication pathways to function as they were designed. Without it, elimination slows, signaling falters, and dysfunction sets in. Most systems in the body depend on hydration to regulate properly, and without it, toxins accumulate, and the body loses its ability to adapt. Water also allows us to process emotion and think coherently. When the brain is properly hydrated, thoughts and feelings move freely, creating a regulated human being who can express themselves clearly and calmly.

Safety is the soil where love grows. We come into this world through water, formed in the womb, carried and sustained by it. As children, our bodies hold the highest percentage of water theyever will, our cells charged and responsive, our nervous systems open. If a mother feels safe, nourished, and regulated, that love is transmitted directly to the child. Safety itself becomes an expression of love.

When we create safety within ourselves by nourishing our bodies, tending to unresolved trauma, and releasing the belief that we must carry everything alone, we make room for love tobe present. Love cannot remain where fear, anxiety, and chronic stress dominate, though theseemotions are not wrong; they are signals inviting us back to safety. Some find safety through faith, some through community, some through nature, where the Creator’s design is unfiltered and whole. Wherever we find it, we must choose to live from a place where we feelsafe enough to be fully ourselves. Only then can love overflow like a spring, giving life to all it touches. Touches.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot how sacred water is. Water is not just a substance; it is amedium, a solvent, a messenger, a conductor of information. It moves through multiple phases and holds memory. It is the same water that sustained our ancestors, the same water that has coursed through every generation since the beginning of time. And yet, in much of the modern world, water has become something careless, accessible, but often contaminated, stripped of minerals, disconnected from reverence. What was once a giver of life has quietly become a source of depletion.

In many cultures, water is still carried by hand, honored with song and gratitude. To have wateris to have life. Without it, there is none. When reverence is lost, the cost is felt physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We are hydro-electric beings, dependent on the meeting of waterand minerals to maintain internal voltage. Without that charge, systems slow, signaling breaks down, and vitality fades. The body speaks through discomfort not to punish us, but to invite usback into care, just as a crying child invites attention rather than neglect. Agape love is love in service. It is not romantic or transactional; it is reverence for life itself. Tolove your neighbor as yourself requires stewardship of the body and spirit entrusted to you.

When we care for our vessels, we become clear channels through which love flows freely. Water teaches this perfectly. It moves without force, nourishes without discrimination, and gives without depletion when sourced properly.

Water also shows us who we are. It reveals how deeply we love our cells. Are we moving, sweating, releasing? Are we allowing emotion to flow or holding it in? Are we nourishing ourminds or overstimulating them? Hydration brings awareness. Just as still water reflects clearly, so do well-nourished cells. When the body is fueled with life force, awareness increases, communication improves, and patience becomes possible. The nervous system softens. The mind clears. We see ourselves and our circumstances with greater compassion.

To remember water is to remember yourself. A simple beginning is to become conscious of what you drink, to learn where your water comes from, to remove what harms, to restore what nourishes, and to approach it with gratitude. Remembering feels like coming home, to a bodythat breathes deeply, a mind that settles, a spirit that feels held. Water is the most loving thing we can give to ourselves, and when we do, love flows outward naturally.

Water is love.

And love, when honored, always returns life.

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Water Is Love An Agape Reflection on Life, Safety, and Remembering Before I had language for water, before I understood what it was or what it meant, it existed for me as a mystery. I grew up in San Diego, where the ocean was not something to analyze or fear but something to enter fully, with my whole body. I remember allowing the waves to crash against me, feeling their force move through me, sometimes catapulting me forward, sometimes pulling me under just long enough to remind me that I was small and yet deeply held. The water felt alive and playful, as though it was responding to me as much as I was responding to it, and in those moments, I did not feel separate from it at all. The ocean moved like a song that was always on beat, and I would fall into a trance as I built castles and entire cities out of sand, knowing they would eventually be taken back by the tide. There was no disappointment in that, only wonder. I also remember still water—quiet pools and reflective surfaces that turned the world upside down. I loved watching familiar surroundings become something entirely new when mirrored through water. Even as a child, it felt mystical, almost magical, as though water was inviting me to see reality from a different perspective. That feeling never left me. What my body knew then, long before my mind could articulate it, was that water is a force to be respected. I learned this the day I was caught in a riptide, slowly being pulled farther from shore. I remember my parents’ voices echoing in my mind, reminding me to keep my head above water, to swim parallel to the shore, to let the waves help me rather than fight them. That moment taught me something profound: survival does not come from domination, but from relationship. From tuning in. From listening. I did not stop playing in the ocean after that day, but I never entered it unconsciously again. Water gave me awareness. Later, at my grandmother’s house, a neighbor nearly drowned in her pool, and I realized then that not everyone knows how to swim, not everyone understands how to move with water rather than against it. To enter its depths without panic, to trust yourself enough to resurface, to learn its rhythm-this is what transforms fear into freedom. Once you learn how to meet water in this way, the fear of death loosens its grip, and what once felt dangerous becomes a place of joy, peace, and presence. There is a reason humans feel calmer near water. It is hardwired into us as a symbol of life. When we see water, something ancient in our nervous system relaxes, recognizing that life can be sustained here. Water is almost always surrounded by beauty, lush plants, movement, Reflection, and it reminds us that something greater than ourselves is at work, something that also lives within us. Water reveals the vastness and versatility of our Creator. It's sound, it's mirrored surfaces, the steam rising off a lake in the early morning, all of it speaks in a language older than thought. Many people experience the depth of water’s influence subconsciously, which is why so many feel an unexplainable release simply by being in its presence. Water signals safety to the body in ways words cannot. It is the medium through which life communicates. Living, mineral-rich, structured water fuels our cells, allowing the body’s communication pathways to function as they were designed. Without it, elimination slows, signaling falters, and dysfunction sets in. Most systems in the body depend on hydration to regulate properly, and without it, toxins accumulate, and the body loses its ability to adapt. Water also allows us to process emotion and think coherently. When the brain is properly hydrated, thoughts and feelings move freely, creating a regulated human being who can express themselves clearly and calmly. Safety is the soil where love grows. We come into this world through water, formed in the womb, carried and sustained by it. As children, our bodies hold the highest percentage of water they ever will, our cells charged and responsive, our nervous systems open. If a mother feels safe, nourished, and regulated, that love is transmitted directly to the child. Safety itself becomes an expression of love. When we create safety within ourselves by nourishing our bodies, tending to unresolved trauma, and releasing the belief that we must carry everything alone, we make room for love to be present. Love cannot remain where fear, anxiety, and chronic stress dominate, though these emotions are not wrong; they are signals inviting us back to safety. Some find safety through faith, some through community, some through nature, where the Creator’s design is unfiltered and whole. Wherever we find it, we must choose to live from a place where we feel safe enough to be fully ourselves. Only then can love overflow like a spring, giving life to all it Touches. Somewhere along the way, we forgot how sacred water is. Water is not just a substance; it is a medium, a solvent, a messenger, a conductor of information. It moves through multiple phases and holds memory. It is the same water that sustained our ancestors, the same water that has coursed through every generation since the beginning of time. And yet, in much of the modern world, water has become something careless, accessible, but often contaminated, stripped of minerals, disconnected from reverence. What was once a giver of life has quietly become a source of depletion. In many cultures, water is still carried by hand, honored with song and gratitude. To have water is to have life. Without it, there is none. When reverence is lost, the cost is felt physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We are hydro-electric beings, dependent on the meeting of water and minerals to maintain internal voltage. Without that charge, systems slow, signaling breaks down, and vitality fades. The body speaks through discomfort not to punish us, but to invite us back into care, just as a crying child invites attention rather than neglect. Agape love is love in service. It is not romantic or transactional; it is reverence for life itself. To love your neighbor as yourself requires stewardship of the body and spirit entrusted to you. When we care for our vessels, we become clear channels through which love flows freely. Water teaches this perfectly. It moves without force, nourishes without discrimination, and gives without depletion when sourced properly. Water also shows us who we are. It reveals how deeply we love our cells. Are we moving, sweating, releasing? Are we allowing emotion to flow or holding it in? Are we nourishing our minds or overstimulating them? Hydration brings awareness. Just as still water reflects clearly, so do well-nourished cells. When the body is fueled with life force, awareness increases, communication improves, and patience becomes possible. The nervous system softens. The mind clears. We see ourselves and our circumstances with greater compassion. To remember water is to remember yourself. A simple beginning is to become conscious of what you drink, to learn where your water comes from, to remove what harms, to restore what nourishes, and to approach it with gratitude. Remembering feels like coming home, to a body that breathes deeply, a mind that settles, a spirit that feels held. Water is the most loving thing we can give to ourselves, and when we do, love flows outward naturally. Water is love. And love, when honored, always returns life.

Alexis Santos

Water Is Love An Agape Reflection on Life, Safety, and Remembering Before I had language for water, before I understood what it was or what it meant, it existed for me as a mystery. I grew up in San Diego, where the ocean was not something to analyze or fear but something to enter fully, with my whole body. I remember allowing the waves to crash against me, feeling their force move through me, sometimes catapulting me forward, sometimes pulling me under just long enough to remind me that I was small and yet deeply held. The water felt alive and playful, as though it was responding to me as much as I was responding to it, and in those moments, I did not feel separate from it at all. The ocean moved like a song that was always on beat, and I would fall into a trance as I built castles and entire cities out of sand, knowing they would eventually be taken back by the tide. There was no disappointment in that, only wonder. I also remember still water—quiet pools and reflective surfaces that turned the world upside down. I loved watching familiar surroundings become something entirely new when mirrored through water. Even as a child, it felt mystical, almost magical, as though water was inviting me to see reality from a different perspective. That feeling never left me. What my body knew then, long before my mind could articulate it, was that water is a force to be respected. I learned this the day I was caught in a riptide, slowly being pulled farther from shore. I remember my parents’ voices echoing in my mind, reminding me to keep my head above water, to swim parallel to the shore, to let the waves help me rather than fight them. That moment taught me something profound: survival does not come from domination, but from relationship. From tuning in. From listening. I did not stop playing in the ocean after that day, but I never entered it unconsciously again. Water gave me awareness. Later, at my grandmother’s house, a neighbor nearly drowned in her pool, and I realized then that not everyone knows how to swim, not everyone understands how to move with water rather than against it. To enter its depths without panic, to trust yourself enough to resurface, to learn its rhythm-this is what transforms fear into freedom. Once you learn how to meet water in this way, the fear of death loosens its grip, and what once felt dangerous becomes a place of joy, peace, and presence. There is a reason humans feel calmer near water. It is hardwired into us as a symbol of life. When we see water, something ancient in our nervous system relaxes, recognizing that life can be sustained here. Water is almost always surrounded by beauty, lush plants, movement, Reflection, and it reminds us that something greater than ourselves is at work, something that also lives within us. Water reveals the vastness and versatility of our Creator. It's sound, it's mirrored surfaces, the steam rising off a lake in the early morning, all of it speaks in a language older than thought. Many people experience the depth of water’s influence subconsciously, which is why so many feel an unexplainable release simply by being in its presence. Water signals safety to the body in ways words cannot. It is the medium through which life communicates. Living, mineral-rich, structured water fuels our cells, allowing the body’s communication pathways to function as they were designed. Without it, elimination slows, signaling falters, and dysfunction sets in. Most systems in the body depend on hydration to regulate properly, and without it, toxins accumulate, and the body loses its ability to adapt. Water also allows us to process emotion and think coherently. When the brain is properly hydrated, thoughts and feelings move freely, creating a regulated human being who can express themselves clearly and calmly. Safety is the soil where love grows. We come into this world through water, formed in the womb, carried and sustained by it. As children, our bodies hold the highest percentage of water they ever will, our cells charged and responsive, our nervous systems open. If a mother feels safe, nourished, and regulated, that love is transmitted directly to the child. Safety itself becomes an expression of love. When we create safety within ourselves by nourishing our bodies, tending to unresolved trauma, and releasing the belief that we must carry everything alone, we make room for love to be present. Love cannot remain where fear, anxiety, and chronic stress dominate, though these emotions are not wrong; they are signals inviting us back to safety. Some find safety through faith, some through community, some through nature, where the Creator’s design is unfiltered and whole. Wherever we find it, we must choose to live from a place where we feel safe enough to be fully ourselves. Only then can love overflow like a spring, giving life to all it Touches. Somewhere along the way, we forgot how sacred water is. Water is not just a substance; it is a medium, a solvent, a messenger, a conductor of information. It moves through multiple phases and holds memory. It is the same water that sustained our ancestors, the same water that has coursed through every generation since the beginning of time. And yet, in much of the modern world, water has become something careless, accessible, but often contaminated, stripped of minerals, disconnected from reverence. What was once a giver of life has quietly become a source of depletion. In many cultures, water is still carried by hand, honored with song and gratitude. To have water is to have life. Without it, there is none. When reverence is lost, the cost is felt physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We are hydro-electric beings, dependent on the meeting of water and minerals to maintain internal voltage. Without that charge, systems slow, signaling breaks down, and vitality fades. The body speaks through discomfort not to punish us, but to invite us back into care, just as a crying child invites attention rather than neglect. Agape love is love in service. It is not romantic or transactional; it is reverence for life itself. To love your neighbor as yourself requires stewardship of the body and spirit entrusted to you. When we care for our vessels, we become clear channels through which love flows freely. Water teaches this perfectly. It moves without force, nourishes without discrimination, and gives without depletion when sourced properly. Water also shows us who we are. It reveals how deeply we love our cells. Are we moving, sweating, releasing? Are we allowing emotion to flow or holding it in? Are we nourishing our minds or overstimulating them? Hydration brings awareness. Just as still water reflects clearly, so do well-nourished cells. When the body is fueled with life force, awareness increases, communication improves, and patience becomes possible. The nervous system softens. The mind clears. We see ourselves and our circumstances with greater compassion. To remember water is to remember yourself. A simple beginning is to become conscious of what you drink, to learn where your water comes from, to remove what harms, to restore what nourishes, and to approach it with gratitude. Remembering feels like coming home, to a body that breathes deeply, a mind that settles, a spirit that feels held. Water is the most loving thing we can give to ourselves, and when we do, love flows outward naturally. Water is love. And love, when honored, always returns life.

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