As this river flows I see the currents change direction back & forth often against itself. Sometimes just spinning in a stagnant spiral. Small rocks or huge islands try to block its path but its constantly changing course and moving, searching to find its way down stream.
With feet wet, the gulls stand so statuesque letting life happen all around them. A small breeze gives them a momentary lift but they return quickly to their post. Waiting. Watching. The river never the same as the moment before changing and renewing its quality, it's chemistry. Adapting and going on.
As we must do with life. With many obstacles, highs & lows, momentary lifts & stagnant shifts. Its always moving forward.
I want to rush in, feel the crystal clear water rejuvenate me. Close my eyes and let the current take me down stream and make life happen for me.
But I hesitate, as it feels forbidden, too beautiful to disturb. I don't feel allowed or even welcome right now. It's their place, not mine. I haven't earned their privilege.
So I wait, I watch.
I dream of that day...