"Yes and no. We are not puppets, nor He ours. It is more like any sailor must mind the Seas moods. Know the wind and tide, respect it or come to grief. In our case, we feel it very, very deeply."

Her smile pulls slowly, as she continues stirring the pot. Her voice innotates like stories repeated often, lessons told again and again.

"The rest is a priest's business, I am afraid, I can offer little clarity. But to control water in our way is a matter of... extension. Of reaching to your soul and willing it so, and feeling it answer."