Sunday, September 09, 2018

Water Under The Bridge

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I stood on the bridge over South Brule River the other day. I had been out to lunch with a friend, and we saw a lot of beautiful things on the drive.

We kept stopping to enjoy the details along the roadside. I was leaning over the side of the bridge trying to take a picture of my reflection which was faceted by the moving surface of the water. It made me think of a book I had read years ago called WHEN THINGS FALL APART.

My own image fell apart in the reflection, but the pieces didn’t go far. They kept coming together and falling apart again. That’s what life is like. It’s fluid. We have expectations, both short term and long term. Things don’t always go the way we expected them to.

This morning I was talking to a coworker about how we walk into the future backwards, only seeing where we’ve been, and never really knowing what’s next. She shared the beautiful allegory of Plato’s Cave with me.

All of a sudden, my hat fell off, and dropped into the river. I hadn’t seen that coming.

I went to the other side of the bridge and waited for it to go sailing downstream without me, but it didn’t appear. So I climbed down the embankment and found my cap moored along the riverbank.

All those moments that slide past our view from behind turn from unexpected to water under the bridge. Nothing stays. The scenery always changes, and moment to moment, we change with it.

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