The River Runs Through It


The moment when you find yourself down that water rapid and try to grab anything and everything in your way, hold on to that rock, tree branch, root, canoe, fish… to realize that you need to lay still and let it be, and cruise down that river with gusto. Yeah, life is what is, one grain of mustard, a leave in the park, a sunset, a fish in the pond. It is that box of chocolate filled with different types and flavors that rattles your boots and melts in your mouth. Life is the wind blowing, perhaps, your most precious designer dress, friend or an awesome book. Yes, a book and its many pages, life and its many narratives, Monday going on Tuesday. Find that page and turn it. Count your blessings. Rejoice. Love and let be loved.


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