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:
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
" 'til the rivers all run dry,
'til the sun falls from the sky,
'til life on Earth is through
I'll be needing you."