Conversations with Virgin Mary Thursday, April 27 Water takes many forms. Frozen—waiting for someone else to free it.Still—green, thick, breeding sickness.Whirlpool—moving but going nowhere, swirling with its own debris.Waterfall—leaping into the void, surrendering to gravity and consequence. Which one are you? You know the answer. You’ve been circling for months, mistaking motion for progress. The…