An Afternoon Paddle….

Water has always provided me solace. Evoking comfort from creeks, rivers, lakes and oceans permits my mind to clear – enables me to relax, reflect and meditate.

Paddle blades cutting water, an osprey soaring to a gnarled branch, waves lapping the kayak deck….for a while, I am at peace.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worldโ€™s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

โ€“Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

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