Water - oceans, lakes, streams and ponds - each has its own mesmerizing feature. The pounding surf that brings countless grains of sand from distant lands to the quiet lapping of gentle waters against a little boat dock...bodies of water contain and sustain life in endless forms on our planet.
Born in Miami, raised in Virginia with numerous summer visits to the Eastern Shore, being around water was a part of my younger years. (though for whatever odd reason, I never learned to swim beyond a clumsy dog paddle). When we moved to Wisconsin, our first house overlooked the Wisconsin River. Based on artifacts I unearthed as I worked the garden, a knowledgeable friend told us our land was once the site of an Indian village perhaps as old as 500 years. The river would have been a vital location for the tribe. We have settled farther North away from the river and view a pond from our deck that satisfies the love of water at this time in our lives.
When we travel, I always take note of the vast rivers we cross. The Mississippi; a curve of the Missouri River that once saw Lewis and Clark travel on as they explored the upper reaches of what would become South Dakota and Montana; the Columbia and the Rio Grande.
The milky blue waters of the Toad River in British Columbia have a special spot on my list of rivers. The Toad becomes part of the Laird which flows into the Yukon River and eventually empties into the Bering Sea which mixes with the Arctic Ocean. Rivers connect us around the globe, offering transportation, food sources and power along with their flowing beauty.
One of my favorite pieces of music is "Old and Lost Rivers" by 20th century composer Tobias Picker. Listen to it and close your eyes.. float slowly down some unknown waterway and feel its heartbeat.
"R' is for Rivers...
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