This morning I sat with a book of Mary Oliver poetry in one hand and Mark Nepo in another. Searching, as I often do, for answers to the many questions that circle through my mind. I was hunting for some meaning to quiet my internal debates. Nothing eases my heart quite like the observations of someone who has asked similar questions. I find it comforting to surround myself with the words of other seekers. It takes the edge off of this solitary journey, and links me to something bigger than myself. And so the books stacked by my bedside grow ever taller. And this is what I read today:
We Share The Same River
from The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo
I was traveling in South Africa and felt very tender one morning, when my friend Kim came upon me as I was weeping. She asked if I was okay. I told her it was only the waters of life splashing up on my shore. Later that day, I found her near tears and checked in with her. She said, "The river's now in me."
We looked into each other and realized that we all share the same river. It flows beneath us and through us, from one dry heart to the next. We share the same river. It makes the Earth one living thing.
The whole of life has a power to soften and open us against our will, irrigate our spirits, and in those moments, we discover that tears, the water from within, are a common blood, mysterious and clear. We may speak different languages and live very different lives, but when that deep water swells to the surface, it pulls us to each other.
And so you've come to visit, because your river flows directly into mine. We share the same river, you and I. And we are foraging for reasons that have yet to be revealed.
|our creek (when it becomes a river)|