Watching the river flow
Let's sit down on this bank of sand and...
A funny thing occurred to me as I’ve been pacing the floor this afternoon, here in my basement office in our home — a little like actor Dan Stevens’ Charles Dickens did as he was trying to work out the plot of A Christmas Carol in 2017’s The Man Who Invented Christmas, which I wrote to you about last week.
And that thing is… I’ve got nothing. As in zero, zilch, zip, nada, nyet.
Maybe it’s the time of year we’re in, when we’re all looking for some R&R, some time to just be — with our family, with our kids, with our friends, with our dogs… with the Lego Millennium Falcon we bought last year for our 9-year-old, and still sits in its box today, waiting to be put together.
Earlier today, the old Bob Dylan tune “Watching the River Flow” popped up in a streaming playlist I was listening to, making me realize exactly what I think I want right now — to just “sit down on this bank of sand, and watch the river flow.”
As I listened to it, I kept thinking of a photo I snapped (👆) during the summer from the banks of the Chattahoochee River near our home, a place my mind keeps nudging me back to, kinda like the way our golden retriever nudges my hand to pet her.
So why don’t we all go there, even if it’s only in our minds and only for a few moments? I hope you had a great run out there today — I’m still doing our December running challenge, by the way! — and as always, keep in touch and let me know how your running/life is going.
Your friend,
— Terrell
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I feel this so completely. Friday is my last day of work until January 8, but my mind is already on vacation. Focus is shot, and I spend too much time daydreaming about the way Lake Tahoe smells when you’re standing (or running 😉) in the late afternoon shadows of the trees right before it snows.
Speaking as someone who spent the past year navigating cancer treatments with her spouse, I say, take the time off. Unplug. Close the lid. Write only if the mood strikes and not on a deadline. We are not promised tomorrow.
Nothing is more important than the memories you make with the people you love and who love you in return. We will be here in your lovely corner of the internet, right where we always are. ♥️🎄🥂🥰
Yes, just be with all you love. The striving to get somewhere will eventually lead you back to “being with all you love”. I think you already know that Terrell…at least your heart does. Merry, merry….♥️