Words Beneath the Rocks

” Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” – Norman Maclean, “A River Runs Through It And Other Stories”

Maybe what attracts me to the river is the mystery of where it started nd what it has seen on its way to where it is at the very moment it flows by me. There are times I wish it could talk to me about its journey and what it has seen. Now I sound like a silly old man but I think it does the spirit good to be silly once in awhile.

6 thoughts on “Words Beneath the Rocks

      • I know of a little Chrystal clear lake in the wilderness rarely visited by man. Completely contained by rock and cedars line and overhang the shoreline. The lake has a flowing stream trickling over the end rock as it tumbles at a 30 degree angle down to the next lake for half a mile away. The lake is full of trout with blood red meat from the bugs that fall off the cedars. The springs flow out of the rocks continuously. Where the water comes from is a mystery. The aura of the lake is from a “before time” era, like stepping through a vortex. It’s a days work of paddling and portaging a canoe, then bulling through the brush and boughs to get there….More than worth the effort.

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