We play with water.
Infuse our life source with plant properties.
The alien-like, though all-encompassing, healing elements of noni. We brew the leaves from the tree just like a tea.
The vibrant purple steep of basil from the garden.
The Bohemian likes to shake it up. Swirl the water in the jar until a spiraling spout forms, reminiscent of the twister that took Dorothy to Oz.
“Vortex water,” he’ll say with a smile, just before drinking it in.
Maybe not every single time – but so often – the Bohemian reminds me to feel each moment. Remember magic suffused in simple sips.
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