Taking bigger bites

Today I've enjoyed reading the words of introspection many have poured forth here in their need to locate themselves on the river of life. I developed a special kinship with water the first time I saw the ocean. That relationship was further enhanced when I was fortunate enough to discover and spend some time of reflection on a magical body of water, truly a life changing flow of water for me, the Colorado River. Water is life and coupled with the air that we breathe is the most important substance on earth. I do relate my life with the flow of a river. And the Colorado is an excellent simile for life I think. It has been dammed, nearly killed, fished, swum, waded, traversed, and has single handedly carved a plateau of staggering proportions. It floods, recedes, meanders, kills, gives life, is serene, rushes with heart stopping rapids and is now a mere shadow of the force that carved inch by inch the greatest chasm on the planet. It's restricted now, restrained, dammed up, fucked up. But it still has beauty, survives, flows. I cried at the Colorado last spring, having travelled thousands of miles to return to a magical place I know. And I never, ever cry. Not that I don't feel to the bottom of my heart, the place where the silt resides, the muddy cloggy stuff that makes you step lightly and you squish yourself out of it as quickly as you can. Fuck, I aint spending time here. But when tears stain my leathered cheeks now, it's from wonder, and joy, not remorse, sadness. Can you top tears of joy? I think not. This river has been stopped and poisoned and altered, misguided, and who thinks they can stop the power of the flow? Millions of tons of concrete? Fuck you. Put a boulder the size of a Buick in the middle of the stream and we'll go around it, the losers of life will try to go through it, dam it up and we'll wait with the patience of a force that knows it's power to persevere. Wait, the opportunity will come. Flow, I just love flow. Say it outloud..........it...........flows.