Rivers have been the inspiration for poets, writers, lyricists, and musicians since man began scratching his ideas into stones.
When I was 10 years old, some of my most dramatic childhood memories were fertilized in and by the mouth of a nameless river in India. With my father, maternal Grandpa, and my brother by my side, I remember sand under my feet and laughter in my eyes. The taste of the crisp grilled cheese sandwiches and steamy tomato soup when we returned home, the memories are blackened into my mind.
When I was in 8th grade, just as I arrived in this strange place called Singapore, I leaned against the gym wall and dreamed of a cute boy working up the nerve to ask me to dance to the old Andy Williams’ romantic song, Moon River. It never happened.
Rivers are major symbols.
As I run by the water everyday, Life is usually perfect and clear on a river. I thought of life’s journey and the many rocks and other obstacles that sometimes upend our goals. The many creatures, predators and prey, toyed with my sense of justice.
It’s funny how a major statement of nature, a river, can crystallize and settle all of life’s big questions.
Where are we going?
Why the troubles?
Who are the victims?
What is the meaning?
How do we get there?
The river with its power, direction, velocity, and steady course answers those questions.
Water, reminds us, that this journey is eternal.
So much rambling - I apologize. This is what happens when an adrenaline junkie is forced to reduce mileage all week!! 12 pretty quick miles in 93 minutes this morning.
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