Gradually, the village murmur subsided, and we seemed to be embarked on the placid current of our dreams, floating from past to future as silently as one awaked to fresh morning or evening thoughts. Henry David Thoreau
How blessed are we who can ride these currents, swim with the fish, dance in two mile high gardens? Gratitude, humbled by the scope of nature, and the gift we have been given.
You there! Mingle in the mountains, waltz with the wind, float the rivers big and small. Give yourself over to the current…cooling your skin wetting your soul.
We went seeking relief from the heat. North! Taos, Pagosa Springs, Durango. We went seeking water; we are Pisces by nature, if not by birth. We will ride most anything down a river, including our will. Lacking flotation devices, we often take up a mask and snorkel. 64 degree water is difficult to swim, but still possible. These things are not without risk; though most people shy from physical discomfort.
Why…why not bear witness to universal truths using all of your senses?
Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It’s thin current slides away,
but eternity remains…(hdt)
Inhale slowly, smell the rain-soaked mountains, truly see them. Stick your finger in a sun-dappled columbine and taste. Sh-h-h-h, listen to the breathless wind call out while birds and bees sing their rejoicing!
Feeling acutely aware…the rivers, the mountains, the air we breathe come from almost forever. We live here but a moment. Let’s be OK with that!
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