I have heard a quote more than once:
“Be a river, not a reservoir.”
Truthfully, I think we are rivers, whether we acknowledge it or not. We are ever growing and changing; things that fit before don’t now; we are always searching.
I am in one of those times of evaluation and revision. One major reason for this is, circumstances are changing: There are matters of privacy and involvement to consider that were not all that important before.
Another reason: I am discovering new aspects of myself that need exploration and development. I have questions to ask, ideas to ponder and whole areas of quandary on which to shed light, such as wants and dreams I can feel, but can’t articulate; like being hungry for something and not knowing what it is.
Thinking of life and ourselves as rivers is encouraging to me: By nature, streams flow through different landscapes, eddy and swirl, run shallow, then deeper. They are fluid; they start as small trickles that become larger. Some develop into mighty rivers that carry ships and barges; others meander through forests and meadows. Each one is just as valid and important.
It is also a given that a river is never fully known, no matter how many times someone visits it. We’re that way; it’s okay because that is how we are meant to be.
Flow, river of my life;
As you travel through each circumstance,
growing and morphing into your next self,
May I delight in discovery and deeper knowing.