This morning I woke up with the sun and looked out of my bedroom window. I saw a river flowing calmly, easily.  And… I remembered another river, in Peru, which was positively raging…

The Maori have a saying “I am the River, and the River is me…”

Where are you when it comes to the river of life?

Are you standing on the banks simply watching?

Do you long to dip your toe in, still need to find the courage?

Do you feel a need to wait until the mud settles and the water is clear?

Or do you want to dive in and learn to swim with the river?

Where in your life are you willing to get wet?

Sometimes on our journey we can get muddy or wet; it all contributes to our understanding.

What story do you tell yourself about where you’re at when it  comes to the river of life?