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| Like a River |
In the last couple of years my sister and I have been through some major life events. It has resulted for us in changes in some of the traditions we have held for a few years. And we are making new traditions like the Christmas Day photography expedition. Last year was Ocate to Hidden Lakes and beyond. This year was Cimarron to Ponil Creek and up to the Elliot S. Barker Wildlife Management area. Don't tell anyone we were looking for the road to Dawson. Expeditions are like life: you take what you get. And sometimes what you get is better than what you had planned. Even if it does not seem that way at first.
Like a River
My life has flowed
Or stalled
threatened to jump the banks
Or dwindled to a trickle.
Still it flows on
Heading to the sea
dancing in celebration
Or slipping beneath the ice.
Meandering
Over the rocks
through the trees
Or under a fallen log.
The waters flow
Remembering only the rain
knowing not where they go
Or how long the trip.
Babbling along
Or silently flowing
reflecting its path in its surface
holding to its journey.
No matter what comes
Still water
Shallow or deep
heading to the sea.
J. Binford-Bell
December 2011
What a kick
Great way to begin the year
Now to sustain the momentum
Move forward
Not fall back.
2012
Begins with a Promise
And long way to go.
J.Binford-Bell
I nominate Mystic Mountain's poem Labyrinth Reflection
