And it goes on and on, watching the river run
Further and further from things that we’ve done
Leaving them one by one
And we have just begun, watching the river run
Listening and learning and yearning to run, river, run
Logins and Messina
What is it about water? I don’t know about you, but for me there’s something life-giving and powerful and spiritual about water. Watching the river run, listening to the rhythm of waves, the lyrical song of a garden fountain… water touches me.
Maybe it’s because we’re made of water. Biologists say our bodies are up to 60% water.
Maybe it’s because we need water. Physiologists say we need around 2 liters a day.
Maybe it’s because we come from water. Evolutionary scientists say life began in water.
Maybe it’s because our souls get so thirsty as life demands so much from us. Hebrew and Christian scripture promise our parched tongues and hearts will find relief.
The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea. Isak Dinesen
I grew up in a place with very little water, and understand how essential it is.
Now I live in a place plentiful with water — and understand even more how precious, critical, and fundamental it is.
And now, on Thanksgiving morning, as my heart overflows with gratitude, as watery images and metaphors flood my thoughts, as I try to absorb the gift of life flowing by too quickly and with such stunning beauty, I wonder at the sheer extravagant grace of it all.
And give thanks. Most of all, for you. For each of you, all of you, every friend and reader, every fellow sojourner on this remarkable river of life, I give thanks.
Grateful love, all.