Soul Cities and Ancestor-Water-Particles

If Heaven is in the sky, then maybe clouds are cities of souls.

Soul-Cloud-New-York. Cloud-Reno. Cloud-Tiny-Little-Town-In-the-Plains-Somewhere.

And then when it rains, each drop of water is a soul leaving the city to visit loved ones. When they’re done hanging out and checking on us, they evaporate back up to Heaven.

Maybe souls move through us, around us, in us. Humans are mostly water anyway, so maybe we’re just full of our ancestors. Maybe when we’re in tune with our bodies and minds, it’s because we’re listening to the rich knowledge of our ancestor-water-particles.

Those who listen are Old Souls.

Water ancestors creating calm in our beings when we’re on a lake or a river or a stream or the ocean. Swimming or fishing or listening to the water gurgle and giggle away.

Why we sleep so well when it rains.

Why it feels so good to take a shower no matter the time of year.

Wash away the sweat on our bodies. The blood and the mud.

Rejuvenate with love.

They say water is life. Maybe created by death?

Is that why ocean is so big? Seems reasonable that when you die, you’d head to the ocean. It’s a good first stop.

We miss those who pass, but we say they are always in our hearts.

And just maybe…they really are.