I wrote this while standing on the bridge over this portion of the Merced River last week.
I'm struck by watching the water rush by in the Merced river here in Yosemite Valley. It’s amazing how the same channel that carries a lesser amount squeezes so much past. it runs higher up the banks, squeezing in and frothing for all that goes past. The turbulent churning in a place that is usually smoothly flowing drops my jaw open. How disrupted the surface is as the water rushes by, getting where it has to go. How much does life get like this? Things are flowing along okay, the surface looks smooth, but then the banks of our life river narrow and we get squeezed, but the same things have to keep going. The water doesn't stop flowing and it all eventually gets where its going. It’s just that sometimes is frothy and too fast, sometimes it feels like it dries up and sometimes it just moves along with a smooth surface, but a rushing current that remains unseen from above the water. It’s life. It's hard. It's amazing. I hope to live mine like a river, always flowing and getting to the end eventually. How is your river today?