Live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding
Rivers hardly ever run in a straight line. Rivers are willing to take ten thousand meanders and enjoy every one and grow from every one.
When rivers leave a meander they are always bigger than when they entered it.
When rivers meet an obstacle, they do not try to run over it - they merely go around, but they always get to the other side.
Rivers accept things as they are. They conform to the shape they find the world in, yet nothing changes more tan rivers.
Rivers move even mountains into the sea.
Rivers hardly ever are in a hurry, yet is there anything more likely to reach the point it sets out for than a river?
Credit: James Dillet Freeman