I was thinking about these rocks today..We saw them a week ago in Tennessee...
It seems like a long time ago....
We spent quite a bit of time at this stream... The boys (adult and teen) jumped from rock to rock and invented countless games...
We cooked by the side of the stream- chicken cooked over charcoal embers..... fresh cherries and peaches.... even smores...... ummm
Everything seems different outdoors. Fresher, cleaner, more inviting....
I wandered upstream a bit and watched as the water gamboled merrily-then, hitting the rocks began to sputter and spit. I watched it froth and bubble, sometimes merrily, sometimes frantically. Downstream a ways the water becomes placid once again- continuing a course that has been set out for it time out of mind....
Like life, I suppose. We wander along merrily, until Bam... we come up against a rock. We sputter, we spin..... The current flows around us but sometimes we seem to get stuck- circling around and around....
Still- the water always manages to make it's way downstream. It emerges, fresh, clean and inviting on the other side....
I remember thinking about rapids a few months ago- just as we hit the new year..... It seems that we have certainly hit our share of boulders in these last few months. I dare to hope that there are placid waters ahead....
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