On the river it is like paddling through a series of lakes, one after the other. You paddle to the far shore and it then opens up to another turning. Each pool the same and different: a little like life itself, where each day you encounter a limited horizon with no sense from day to day of ‘going somewhere.’ You pass from pool to pool and “nothing is happening.”
But nothing and everything is happening. -The smell plants and of decay, the water sparkles and paddling under the summer sun, I feel bounded in my own skin. My blood whispers in my veins. The river goddess says “join me, be on your way. You are not bound by this moment.”
So, the only way I can escape is to enter here.