My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

June 17, 2010 “River Reflection”

June 17, 2010   “River Reflection”

I stood by the river today and watched the water rushing by; it was brown and murky and full of debris.  Rains to the north had nearly flooded the banks of the normally, slow, deliberate, easy-flowing river, and turned it into the beginnings of a torrent, a roiling dangerous thing that one must be wary of.
The river valley runs for miles and miles as it winds it’s way through the mountains of my home, and it carries the waters of a thousand lesser bodies and streams along on this part of the journey into unknown places, and on to their final home, the sea.
The river runs almost dry from time to time, to the point that it seems as if it will die and be no more, and leave nothing but a jagged, rocky scar through the mountains…but it trickles on, eking it’s way along, waiting for the rains; the rains that can come from any direction, at any time, but always from above and pure.  Whether the rain falls in a misty drip, drip, drip, or a devastating deluge, it comes from the heavens, and the thirsty, empty river is waiting for it, longing for it.
Sometimes, in the spring, the rain falls easy and steady for days, and the river becomes a beautiful, peaceful scene as the trees and grasses along the bottoms begin to bud and blossom.  As the season wears on, the rising and lowering of the water creates tepid pools and deposits of debris all along the banks.  The riverside becomes less pleasant, and more ugly.  Then on one of those blistering hot, stifling, humid, summer afternoons a storm comes.  The rain pours down from the sky.  The same, pure, heavenly water, that before came slow and easy and made the river so beautiful, now crashes down in a tumultuous downpour!  And the violent river rises and races, swirling and rolling, and soon rids the bank of the debris and filth that had collected there, and washes it all away.  The storm ends, the rains subside, and the river settles back into it’s normal channel and flows happily along to the sea.
My life is like these mountains, and my soul, like the river.  The mountains will continue; with a beautiful river of flowing water winding through them, or with a jagged scar cutting across them…they will endure.  Life will go on.
My soul, like the river, needs the pure water of love to flow through it in order to sparkle and fulfill it’s destiny.  But, there are times when the love comes so rarely that my soul becomes dry and seems to have disappeared all together, and then there times when love comes and goes so often that my soul becomes filled with all sorts of emotional debris and filth; not a pretty place at all.  Then, suddenly, from the heavens above, the clouds open, and the pure water of love pours down in a deluge of driving white rain, and crashes and careers over my dying soul, and washes away all the leftovers and ugly baggage…all the debris and filth is replaced with clear, clean, pure…LOVE.
Anyone care to take a swim?

Just Say’n


5 responses

  1. I would have to invest in a damn good life jacket first.

    June 17, 2010 at 7:12 am

  2. this is beautiful.

    June 17, 2010 at 11:27 am

    • tracyisjustsayn

      Thanks for reading, Jingle. I’m very happy to be a part of your community.
      Just Say’n

      June 17, 2010 at 9:18 pm

  3. Ivy Rowe

    Mr. Harris, this touched my heart deeply. I hope you find the kind of love for which you are searching.

    June 18, 2010 at 11:44 am


    all 5 awards for you.
    many thanks!

    No Rally next week.

    June 19, 2010 at 6:00 pm

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