Your Life Is Like A River
Go With The Flow

Our life blood flows through a circulatory system which, if it were dissected out of the body and laid out flat, would look just like the dendritic pattern of a river's water shed system. Envision that alongside the common awareness that our bodies are composed mostly of water and you might better appreciate my description of physical life resembling a river.

Birth is like the kicking forth of a hillside spring which had gathered its water from snowmelt trickling off mountains beyond. The yammering of early childhood is like a babbling brook. Later childhood expands that brook into a creek with a broader personality, which the teen years transform into a boisterous, cascading, whitewater river. In young adulthood, the current runs strong and deep, for it has become a full class river.

Throughout adulthood, as we flow from bend to bend, we do not know what we will find around the next curve. Some tumbles may be had as the water crashes against obstacles, but the river always makes a way over, around, or through. Some of the blockages with which we meet hold us back until we build ourselves up enough behind them to create exhilarating rapids. We could meet with sudden let downs, in which case we will create impressive water falls.

Perhaps you have already had a Niagara of an experience. If so, then you know first hand that the life stream does not end at the bottom of the fall. The river instead swirls itself together again and continues, now on a different level than before, a level even closer to sea level, which has been its goal all along.

You are closer to your destination after having had a spill, so bless it and move on. The falls will remain there, in your past, ceaselessly active, but you will have flowed downstream, out of sight and hearing of it. Knowing that you can't go back to it, you are wise enough to leave it behind you as you race onward toward your destiny.

Eventually, we as rivers carve wide valleys of maturity in the senior years, after which may come meanders that sometimes run back upon themselves nearly full circle. In those meandering times, we may wonder why our life has to double back to learn lessons again, but learn we do, allowing us to flow onward.

Then, we become mellow in anticipation of our approach to the delta to greet the waters of the sea. There, the fresh and the salty blend to form brackish as the original snowmelt tumbles over the delta's far edge. Is this the rivers end? No, it is the life stream becoming one with the ocean's vast expanse. Nor is that the end, for the journey is endless. Far out at sea, a water molecule from the former river is pulled out of the mix and transported by cloud back to the highlands, there to be released as a rain drop which marches to the sea yet again.

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