Saturday, March 4, 2017
Oh, how I love rivers! The metaphors they inspire are endlessly running through my spirit, feeding my soul, watering my body...Mama's baptism in the mighty Mississippi to washes away her sins...the fact that I can never step into the same river twice, the whoosh of the water as it decimates the magenta clay banks, the earthy smell of the water...an oxymoron...so much to ponder.
Our lives are a river, always in flux...flowing, flowing, flowing toward the ocean that is eternity...
I've been thinking and meditating on the rivers that have run through my life. The Red River is my Mother, Teacher and Friend...the Mississippi, my first cousin.
Some river quotes I love. xo, Marion
Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour, and is not reminded of the flux of all things? Throw a stone into the stream, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence. — (Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature)
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
Is a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable.
(T.S. Eliot, "Four Quartets," in The Dry Salvages)
The river itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the river; in the end it is no longer the river. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means? — (T.S. Eliot, Introduction to The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could. — (Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids from Hot Climates)