Oshalla (her ancient tribe’s word for LOVE) the young fair Indian princess, lapped like a thirsty lynx water from the crystal spring her long red black hair wetted as she drank. After she finished swallowing all she needed of the spring’s life giving elixir, she sat back looking at her beautiful reflection flicker and wave, in time with the sunlight dappled and rippling surface of the serene little pool and as she gave thanks for the abundance of the moment, a sacred thought came to her, “Water is to the mortal body, as LOVE is to the immortal soul”.