When I got there, all sweaty and hot, breathing like I was out of shape, mother nature's handy work foiled my plan. My shoulders dropped. "Are you kidding me," I asked the universe. My "secret spot" was no longer there, instead there was water weaving, swirling in, around and through the trees with such force I could hear it, before I saw it. Disappointed, I got back.on my bike and headed home, quickly reflecting on how the water represents life in so many ways, sometimes flowing softly and methodically in a predictable pattern then fierce and raging, at times out of control while it forces its way through, breaking new ground, changing the formation of the earth and washing away anything not anchored. Change. Then I thought about the fish inevitably hanging out under my once mighty oak tree. I envied them for a bit. Can you imagine being in envy of a fish? Yeah, me neither, so I laughed at my silliness and remembered just because my "plan" didn't work out, didn't mean I was going to have to go home either! This was now my personal challenge, to get to the river where I could sit. I will not be discouraged, I will not turn away, I will simply find a different way. Just as the river does...this is life.
A young farmer came by with his tractor and walked up to the river just above where I sat.
"Wow, the river is high. I thought there would be people fishing down here, but I see the water is too high for that." he said.
"Really, you don't think you'd catch any...even under those fallen trees?"
"No, you won't even see em until the water goes down...Well, have a nice day!"
I turned and looked at my feet dangling in the water and a plump bullhead darted by. "He might not see you, but I do..."
Life is all about perception, his, mine, yours. Our reality is based off of what we think we know about situations, people, religions, politics, faith, love, dying, plug-in-any-word-you-want, but what we know, isn't always reality.
Nature is the truest representation of life. It's fluid. Never stopping the process of growth, death and renewing. It's beautiful beyond measure, dangerous, seductive and full of wrath too. Just like the river, just like life.