Sunday, May 5, 2013

The river calls, but

I hear the river call me from so very far away.  Bubbling from its spring just up stream and around the bend from the cabin I so often picture in my minds eye.  It's still beautiful there.  Still timelessly flowing threw rock creek bed in its slow and deliberate search for the ocean.

I want to answer.  I want to be there, walking along your shore... Hearing the children play, watching the Osprey and the Eagles hunt...  Smelling the sun bake the pine needles till they release their magic.

I'm coming... Just as soon as the world releases its grip on me.  Then I'll be in your embrace, and you in mine.  Wait for me.  I know you will.

Do we always sow what we...


Do we always reap what we so?  A question most poised by people who believe "things always happen for a reason".

I've come to believe in my current years in the randomness of all things.  And I'm totally comforted by that.  I've so often been disappointed by the other... Waiting to reap something good from all I sow and then suffer through disappointment when the crop fails.  " oh it's me...it HAS to be me" if and when lemons come from strawberry seeds.

It's not me... It's just the oh so comforting randomness of the universe.

What then when some thing GOOD happens at exactly the right moment?  No more puzzling to a stoic then something BAD happening at the WRONG moment.

The stoic doesn't so much long for things to be better as he/she acknowledges : could be worse.  And it could ALWAYS be worse...  Maybe become worse...probly WILL become worse.... 

Or not.  THAT occasional reader is the randomness of the universe(s).  It's more than ok...it's an unchangeable reality worth celebrating.  Where is the joy in that?  Lets talk about it over a glass of chilled White Wine

Bend in the River

Bend in the River
Metolius River very near its Source - Fall 2005