Every river finds time to drift, to ramble and babble and glup at the sky shining in. It also may dash and boil, seething spray and lashing at the earth like the raking of a dragon's claw. Both are natural for the river, as it reaches to find the truest paths. And sometimes, we who flow through life as a river, find ourselves caught in the eddies and backwaters of the flow. Hidden from all but a glimpse of filtered canopy light. Buoyed by the memory and residue of what was once the shore, spreading without course. A chance to reflect on the directions we've chosen, draw from the still depths of our wisdom, and prepare for the inevitable journeys that lie before us. Life is movement. Full of the obstacles and opportunities that make us great. A joining of the many lessons that make us whole. As we journey towards our dreams.
Dreams come true! Yours are!
Thanks for being part of mine!
