The Metolius River, just 20 minutes away, is one of the most peaceful places I know. A half-mile downstream from confluence of Canyon Creek and the Metolius water flows out of the hillside from an underground source.
I sit there and watch and listen; the water becomes eloquent white noise and allows my mind to slow down, reflect.
The last two days thoughts were about loss. I know I'm particularly sensitive to this and is the one emotion that is the closest to the surface of my being.
Injustice is a close second.
A walk along the river is calming. The Metolius flows from an underground aquifer, continuous and predictable in flow and
temperature. As such it becomes my physical metaphor for reassurance that there is constancy. Then I remember that the only constant is change which, in the past two days has been unpredictable. The song in my head:" 'til the rivers all run dry,
'til the sun falls from the sky,
'til life on Earth is through
I'll be needing you."
-Don Williams.
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