One of the joys for me of the property we own is that the river runs along one side of our four acres. The water rises or falls according to the season and the amount of rain or heat or snow melt. I’ve seen the water level rise by as much as 8 feet in a 12 hour period and I’ve seen the level go down to about 3 inches in the heat of summer.
On a hot summer day there is nothing more refreshing than to go and sit on a big rock in the middle and soak your tired feet in the cool water while Mirza runs up and down splashing and frolicking. It always brings a smile to my face.
I have been down along the bank in the early evening and watched a beaver swim upstream and seen the bats swoop down, back and forth between the banks. There are trout in the water and if you’re lucky you can watch them swimming about. This past Spring the Cedar Waxwings nested in the trees on the far side and in the early morning, I would take my coffee down and stand there watching them fly back and forth distracting me from where their nests were. There are tall grasses that grow out into the centre of the flow and often after the Spring floods tree branches and sometimes whole trees are knocked down right across.
On a full moon night, if you’re there at the right time of year, you can see the moonlight reflected in the water and sense the magic of it all.
The river is not only filled with life but is also a living thing. It flows at different speeds at different times of the year. Sometimes completely unobstructed and other times having to go around rocks and trees and even bits of planks and other debris that have been washed down. When the snows melt or we have heavy rains the water rises and the river overflows its banks and covers the fields and once even washed out our road. But always the river flows; it goes over, under, around or through and continues on to eventually join the salt water of the Minas Basin.
Life goes on, as does the river and we too must go over or around obstacles, problems, and choices and at times our life overflows and causes destruction or change of some kind. Yet still we must flow on till eventually we join that great concert of souls that is the journey into the next realm.
There is serenity about the river and wisdom also. It doesn’t stop when it comes to an obstacle but finds a way to carry on. No matter the weather, no matter the times, the river continues on, sometimes with a murmur, sometimes with a roar, but always going forward. I want to be the river as I journey through this life.