Sherry, this is a beautiful reminder to honor our inner compass. When we align with our soul's purpose, life flows effortlessly - like water finding its natural path. The deepest joy comes from this authentic surrender.
I love this metaphor. Water is always so profound in its energy.
Your article made me remember a time in middle
School when I went on a five day canoe trip. I remember in the quiet times watching a branch or log float down the river alongside my canoe.
And that memory pushed my mind into an imagination moment of something that didn’t happen but I imagine could…I chose a branch and carried it with me. I’d drop it in the water and watch it float with me, and then gather it back whenever I stopped to camp for the night. Over the course of the trip, the water wore the branch away to a smooth wood, taking away all the harsh parts and revealing the raw inner self. Sometimes the branch would get caught up if things, just as sometimes my canoe would get stuck in mini rapids. And sometimes it would float freely. Then at the mouth of the river, I collect the branch again and notice how much it has changed and how much the flow transformed it.
I love this memory. Nature and life are so intertwined. You were a very observant child. Such wisdom at such a young age to notice as you did. Your curiosity is still so very present. Your childlike spirit is one of the things I adore about you. Thanks for sharing that memory.🙏🏾
Sherry, this is a beautiful reminder to honor our inner compass. When we align with our soul's purpose, life flows effortlessly - like water finding its natural path. The deepest joy comes from this authentic surrender.
Kuriakin, thank you for this beautiful affirming comment. Coming from someone who’s writing I admire.
You never step into the same river twice. - I like that for me. I feel like I'm never the same person twice LOL
I love that Sam! I’m never the same person twice! ❤️
I love this metaphor. Water is always so profound in its energy.
Your article made me remember a time in middle
School when I went on a five day canoe trip. I remember in the quiet times watching a branch or log float down the river alongside my canoe.
And that memory pushed my mind into an imagination moment of something that didn’t happen but I imagine could…I chose a branch and carried it with me. I’d drop it in the water and watch it float with me, and then gather it back whenever I stopped to camp for the night. Over the course of the trip, the water wore the branch away to a smooth wood, taking away all the harsh parts and revealing the raw inner self. Sometimes the branch would get caught up if things, just as sometimes my canoe would get stuck in mini rapids. And sometimes it would float freely. Then at the mouth of the river, I collect the branch again and notice how much it has changed and how much the flow transformed it.
Such is life.
Ahhhhhhhh.
I love this memory. Nature and life are so intertwined. You were a very observant child. Such wisdom at such a young age to notice as you did. Your curiosity is still so very present. Your childlike spirit is one of the things I adore about you. Thanks for sharing that memory.🙏🏾
I didn’t realize until so many Substack friends have commented - that I have a very childlike spirit. Thank you!
Truth is truth.😉