If Brooks and Rivers Could Speak

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

William Shakepeare

There is nothing more fascinating to me than watching the constant flow of waterfalls over rushing rocks. I think of the water's journey over each boulder and rock on its way to a river and out to sea. I travel vicariously with the stream.

If waterfalls, brooks and rivers could speak, I wonder what stories they would teach. For years, sojourners, like me, have stood by their shores to see what mysteries unfolds to each.

Downstream the rapids surge and I wish I could be a playful wave with friends in tow to the sea. What stories we would have to tell playing in the rushing waters on our way vibrantly.