I don’t have many photos of this place where Goose Creek and Nameless Creek come together. And yet, this is one of my favorite places on our land, visually, even though it is very near the road. (You can just see the barn roof near the upper edge of the scene. I’m literally hanging from a tree trunk to get this picture from the top of a rock bluff. You see what risks I take for you, blog readers!)
But more than what meets the eye, the whole notion of convergence, of flowing together to make a larger stream–of water, of experience or of thought–is somehow central to this process of becoming and belonging.
Convergence, a coming together. The making of wholes from fragments. There is something in this.