It is not easy standing your ground in a raging river.
It takes constant vigilance lest you be swept off your feet and disappear below the surface of muddy and turbulent waters.
In those times, it takes all the energy you have just to hold your place. You can do this for a while.
Then, when and if you can, you seek out an eddy. The waters still flow there, but you take the chance to look around in that calmer hour to remember why it was you got wet in the first place.
From that still place yesterday, I found solace in the finest details of the most ordinary things just outside my door.
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That did me a world–this one and only world–of good.
Flow can be an enemy. Flow can be a healing balm. We step from the currents to the eddies and back again, perhaps each time learning how to balance ourÂ rage againstÂ the river withÂ complete surrender to the solitude in the slack waters, when–and if– they come.