The river starts in seclusion,
A spring flowing out of the ground.
At first, it is quiet;
Barely heard;
The tiny trickle of water
Begins its journey downhill.
As it grows, it gains momentum;
Breaking down rocks, moving debris.
Spilling in waterfalls
Over cliffs;
Pooling and racing on its way,
Spreading and growing deeper.
It brings life giving nourishment
To creatures and plants of all kinds;
Drinking its refreshment;
Drawing strength;
Cooled by its beautiful presence;
Living in its broader depths.
The river grows quiet again,
Its current deep and powerful;
Supporting large vessels
On their way
To nearby ports or the ocean,
Where river yields to the sea.
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I am like a rich tapestry, full of texture and color.
I'm a musician, composer, poet, gardener, homemaker and friend. I worked as anLCSW for 22 years; as a socialworker for 26 years all told. Before that, I was a rehabilitation teacher.
My passion is to come alongside others; to empower and bless them. That is why you will find plenty of variety in my blog.
Two very important things to know about me is that I am a life-long learner - An explorer and sojourner.
I also belong to the Lord Jesus...now, before you get tweeked out: I am not saying I am "religious." There is a huge difference between all of the rules and empty practice that often gets associated with Christianity and the kind of life that comes from being in a relationship with the loving God.
May you find encouragement, inspiration, insight, good ideas and a laugh or two as you read my posts and comments.
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