Gold

This is what I know.

Sometimes you just want to get away. Stop thinking so much. Stop being the parent, teacher, daughter, sister, friend. Sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name.

Sometimes a weekend away really is to escape. Sometimes walking down an unknown street untangles the threads of reality just enough.

Sometimes a slow breakfast in a new cafe feeds body and soul.

Sometimes there is a river, and the air is warm, the sun is hot and the water so clear and cool it soothes dusty feet.

What I know is this. Sometimes you just want to get away. But the threads of your life can never be untied. Not completely. A river can undo you. Take you back to times long past. And if you sit in the quiet, with your feet in the flow, the water will call your name.

Be still, it says.

Give in to the quiet, it whispers.

Take your time, there is no rush, it will tell you.

The sun may punish your back with heat. The warm wind call out beads of sweat. But your feet will remain cool. The river stones will hold you fast. The water will flow over and through.

If you stay still enough the river will tell you its secrets. It will show you the flecks of gold left behind, too small for the mines. A reminder there is light even in the smallest of places.

And when time comes to go, feet will dry on the bank as you walk. But the river remains in your heart and there is gold on the soles of your feet.

Tags: fly fishing, the universe, writing