The temperatures heat up, snow melts from below, the lawn appears and there is water everywhere. I go for a walk. Down by the creek the melting snow is rushing by. At the falls there is a torrent of water, rushing, rushing over the frozen falls. For weeks, it was impermeable, frozen into subtle jade like formations with shades of light blue and gray mixed. ( see photo) I watch the torrent of water cascading over the falls and feel such joy.
The old frozen ice is worn away and washed away... rejuvenation is starting..I linger, watching the frothy foam spell into mysterious shapes and then meander down the creek as darkness falls.
There by the bridge I sit. The water rushing by comes through the dark shadows and mysteries that form under the curve of the bridge. I am captivated by this moment and feel it's vigor...and what do I hope for...as I watch this darkening, rushing power of water swirl by..yes,,,what do I hope for...what change..it is not defined, but I can feel it's form..it's mystery...
The current of the water rushes by in melodious song. I hear its tune. I feel a part of this rushing current of change and renewal...and yet its dark shadows chasten me too...I see the rushing of time going by...and all that I cannot not change, in my life or those close to me... now, here I sit...the creek is full and rushes by...This moment, it is enough to hold onto it...to feel its fullness and wait for the wisdom that comes from looking upstream and down.........
