November 27, 2004

from 'Tending Roses' by Lisa Wingate

The rest of the book stinks, but the first paragraph is great:

Indian wisdom says our lives are rivers. We are born somewhere small and quiet and we move toward a place we cannot see, but only imagine. Along our journey, people and events flow into us, and we are created of everywhere and everyone we have passed. Each event, each person, changes us in some way. Even in times of drought we are still moving and growing, but it is during seasons of rain that we expand the most--when water flows from all diredtions, sweeping at terrifying speed, chasing against rocks, spilling over boundaries. These are painful times, but they enable us to carry burdens we could never have thought possible.

Posted by mike at November 27, 2004 10:33 AM
Comments

I love that....it is so true.

Posted by: Amanda at November 30, 2004 09:24 AM

too bad some people throw trash in rivers, sometimes.

Posted by: bob at December 3, 2004 01:15 AM

Yeah. And other people release catfish into the rivers so that the river gets reclaimed and un-polluted...

Posted by: Krista at December 3, 2004 04:06 PM
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