January 11, 2007


What is it about a river that makes a person want to stare at it and dream? I suppose it has something to do with the ever-flowing cadence of the river itself. Perhaps it symbolizes life passing by, never stopping, and always flowing on. A metaphor for life certainly, a symbol that life itself never stops, and our circumstances are always changing also, a symbol perhaps that says this to shall pass if your mind is dark with worry or grief. For years I lived near the banks of the Potomac in Virginia and I loved watching its slow moving progression toward the Chesapeake Bay, knowing that Washington himself, a couple hundred years before, had looked into this same river and perhaps pondered great things not far from where I stood. A river can evoke thoughts like that.

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