(267) River Triad

Today on the Year of Being Here website, there was a poem that used the river as a symbol.

It got me thinking about a river poem I had vowed to live by this school year:

I would love to live

Like a river flows,

Carried by surprise

Of its own unfolding

— John O’ Donahue “Fluent”


I’ve been crabby this week. Not only crabby, but yesterday I was so exhausted and drained by the end of the day I could barely keep my eyes open.  I went to our Book Club dinner and just barely made it through my meal before getting myself home for a much needed nap.

Nothing that is happening is worth talking about here.  It is typical “dealing with teenagers” and “dealing with new technology” woes we all go through.

What needs to change is my attitude.  I have forgotten that I need to flow with things. I can feel myself resisting, angry, and tightening up. None of that is good.

Here is a song that always makes me feel more like flowing. Between the poems and this song, I am setting my mind in the right direction. The only thing I can control is that — right?


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