The River wakes me up

 Found June 29, 2013 in my prayer journal...

THE RIVER




Geese on the banks of the Stillwater River

East Rosebud River on the Black Butte Ranch

How do I describe adequately the flow of the water over glistening rocks, the wonder of a family of geese or ducks hiding in the grass along the bank, or the Killdeer standing in the water searching out lunch of juicy bugs.  How do I explain my amazement when watching the beaver work on it's dam or the new born fawn splashing in the shallows to cool off in the afternoon heat.  It is the light focused just right in that perfect moment to highlight that single strand of spider web hanging from a willow branch, sailing out over the water.  It is the rhythm of the rapids, the roar of the water splashing back on itself, the movement of the water through the highs and lows of the rapid.  It is knowing that the same water will never flow across that rapid again, it is always renewing, always being born again. The river is to be experienced, to be lived in, at that exact moment of floating by, I have only to open my eyes and my heart.





East Rosebud River