The River

It's a quiet morning both in the physical and mental world. If I had the day off I'd be at the river.

I'd be there fishing or paddling or maybe just sitting with the river listening. Listening for the strength and wisdom that comes in soft trickles and gurgles. Taking in the advice of flow and bend. Learning to go around what I can't go through. I'd be there to heal because every single time whether I need it or not I come away from the river whole, healed and a little bit wiser. The river is my teacher, guide and example. The river reminds me that things change yet remain constant. Or as Heraclitus says, "You can never step into the same river; for new waters are always flowing on to you."

So, where is this river you ask? And I'd have to reply with this:

The River

I could say, “the river”.

I could say,

“I’m going to ‘the river’.”

and you’d never know

which river I’m going to

because

I call them all

“the river”

and I love them all

like the river I love the most:

the one with the otters

and the swans

and the rainbow colored fish

the river below the trestle

and the falls

that thin ribbon in the great wolfed valley

the shallow one with buffalo

and that one river

I love to paddle

fish

and swim in,

you know…

“the river”.

~Karen Forbes

Peace my friends

Karen

*I took the dragonfly picture on the Turtle River.