life is fluid one minute a cool refreshing drink of water the next a teapot screaming to release pressure. it is said, "a river runs through it" no, it IS the river, ever flowing, ever changing a mountain trout stream brimming with energy a home for the wild, swimming against the current endlessly striving to fulfill their role overcoming all obstacles savoring every moment reveling in the challenge they do not ask why, it is their nature it is melting snow springs bubbling from the depths of our mother mingling to become one continuously growing sometimes overflowing unable to be contained by "the rules" there are no rules it does as it pleases making new channels carving canyons inundating broad flat expanses unconcerned with "civilization" which came long after the water and will be gone in the blink of an eye how insignificant is mankind the river ends as a transition to what covers most of this planet earth yet end is beginning the cycle continues we are mostly water subject to its whims totally dependent despite our claims of sovereignty water is power water is fickle a dry sandy depressed arroyo/wash instantly a raging torrent here--gone how sweet the taste of rocks dissolved how bitter the absence there is no beauty independent without, there is nothing
Reason for writing:
i suffer from depression. sometimes i need to get away from
it all. when i worked i used to go down a trail to hedge
creek falls and lay on a big flat rock for serenity,
listening to the falling water. now i am disabled and can
only use my car. the other day after a rotary meeting i was
feeling particularly agitated. "put on a happy face" just
wasn't working. i drove down to the dunsmuir city park and
parked by the sacramento river to let the rushing water wash
my funk away. as the sounds soothed my soul, words came to
me. this had never happened before. i had to jot with a
short old golf pencil on a small note pad. this may not be
complete...i don't know.
Birth sign: Libra
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