It can be an endless sea, a gurgling stream or a mysteriously shimmering lake. Who goes for a swim, who walks along the water’s edge, who sits on the shore to listen to the waves or look at the reflections of the surface. There is power in water. In our archetypal memory, the frail woman is coming from the spring, carrying the miraculous vessel of the water of life. A woman carrying clean water, a woman carrying new life.
