June 11, 2008

RIVER (Specifically, the Youghiogheny River)

I maneuvered through the fast flowing river, sandle-clad feet gingerly stepping from rock to rock, feet barely maintaining their hold on the silt- covering blanketing the stones. I concentrated on not falling as I sought the perfect rock I’d found on past explorations.

It’s flat surface, perfect as a seat, would jut slightly above the river surface, providing a dry surface for sitting as I delved into a quiet, calming, spiritual break in my hectic lifestyle. Its gentle slope on the downstream side acted as a footstool to rest my weary legs, allowed the rapid river flow to wash over them. Its other sides juttied into the flowing waters (more…)


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