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“But when I am alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories. And the sounds of the Big Black Foot River and a four count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. 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. I am haunted by waters.” 

Norman Maclean – A River Runs Through It

http://www.hark.com/clips/mwzdfrqcwx-eventually-all-things-merge-into-one-and-a-river-runs-through-it 

As I sit here, I am surrounded by a thick fog that has blanketed the morning and hidden the sun and her warmth. There is such quiet and stillness around me, like the stillness in the midst of a snowfall. I take in the peacefulness of this moment as I remember this quote.

All things are connected and eventually they all merge into one….and the river runs through them. The rocks hold the memories and the words from times long ago. And in this quiet place I hear their words. The waters carry their words and their memories.

May the waters carry my words as well…

We are all connected.  

  

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