Saturday, March 20, 2010
The view today came with spectacular, bright light and clear blue skies. The trees bowed to the river on either side. They looked coldly barren in contrast to the warm, not-quite-yet-spring air. No one cared. We walked the path to where the water flow seemed to converge and the rush of energy from the surge of two distinct river streams came together in restless, turbulent rapids. It was easy to see how the coming together of different energy streams creates a stir, white water as the impact hits, then a mix, just before both sides settle into the same rhythm. This is how the water stream works. Someone asked who knew their own path?
I said, I can't know my path yet because I am still walking on it.