Where in your life are you being invited to speak a little more love?
Over a year ago (maybe two?), our ice trays just… stopped making real ice cubes. Every time we’d crack them, the “cubes” shattered into a million tiny shards. No matter what we tried, we couldn’t get a solid cube out of either tray.
Today, out of nowhere, I remembered those experiments and books about water—like Masaru Emoto’s work in The Hidden Messages in Water—where people spoke loving or harsh words to water, froze it, and photographed the crystals. Loving words were said to create more harmonious patterns; unkind words, more chaotic ones. The science world has a lot of debate about how valid those studies are, but the idea has always fascinated me.
So I tried a tiny experiment of my own.
I filled the trays, held them in my hands, and talked to the water about how beautiful it was. I thanked it, told it I loved it, and asked it to freeze into strong, whole cubes.
When I opened the freezer later… every single cube was perfect.
I’m not claiming proof of anything. I just love this earth, I love our water, and I love the possibility that our hearts and this element might be connected in ways we don’t fully understand.
As you sit with this, where in your life are you being invited to speak a little more love into the “water” around you—the people, spaces, or routines that feel a bit fractured?
