Where the River Takes Me

Years ago, before I made a life-changing decision, I had a dream. I was in a tiny skiff, with no oar, rushing forward in a fast-moving river. I leaned far out of my boat toward my home, struggling to grab the hand of a dear one who might pull me to shore. That failing, I desperately grabbed for tree limbs hung low over the water, even clawing for tall reeds along the bank. As the rough current pushed me beyond their reach, I looked back a final time, realizing I would not see this place again. The life I had known was lost to me.
I turned to see the white-capped rapids ahead and a drop that hid my destination. Suddenly, I could see the beauty of the day, the birds in flight, the lush grasses and brush along the river’s edge that teamed with life. Was this the moment I surrendered to my circumstances and just let go? Would I fight my unknown fate to the last breath? Or would I make a different choice—to try flowing with the current, like a surfer becomes one with the wave? A calm descended upon me. I sat down in my boat, my breath becoming peaceful and at ease. I felt my oneness with everything around me.
Where the river would carry me remained unknown. My fate — unknown. But I was no longer afraid. I trusted the river. I trusted my journey within it. I felt the absolute, intimate and personal Love of the Creator — a love that saw me, watched over me, and that would always, unfailingly, be with me. Whatever lay ahead, this Love would accompany me. I was in its care. Resolved, I leaned forward into the water’s foam.
Affirmation: I flow with the ever-changing current of Life. I travel the river of God—from God, to God, in God’s love. I trust in Divine Life.
In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes.
Leonardo da Vinci
Eisha A. Mason

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