Water street

I’m grateful to live in an area of the county and state were I have access to parks, rivers and a lake. It’s so close that I can drive down the road and I’m there in a couple minutes.  It’s a place where now wedding parties and high school seniors go for photos. There are also small trails and paths to take you right near the river that sometimes is raging due to recent rain. 

In fact there was this one park in particular that I visited as a teenager. My friends were all about cliff diving and screwing around in the river, swinging on a rope that you could use to jump in. For me it was always a place to reflect and reconnect. There was always an unexplained energy I could feel. I envisioned it being a place that was sacred to some that provided the necessities to live and survive.

I think about the ancient wisdom that is held in the stone and water. I think about the energy that’s created with the flow of water. I honor and thank the keepers of the earth and stone that I walk on, known and unknown. I thank you friends for your nourishment each time I step into that space. I’m so grateful for this human experience.