This morning I was out in the rain re-directing the water down the road instead of down our driveway. The trench needs a reminder that its purpose is flow and not to clog in a mired holding of mud. Digging out rocks and mud and tossing shovels full upon the hill is a wonderful reflection of what happens inside as we pay attention. What are we holding onto? Can we let it go? I also see how my little river is one tributary leading to the ocean and I'm reminded of the wonderful book recommended by Joan, The River of Doubt. When do we choose to enter the river and flow, and when we hit the rapids, do we head on over or pull out and portage for awhile?
"To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake