In Flow 

Jumping rocks on the Potomac River Knoxville, MD

Unfinished Poem
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
~John O’Donohue

I wonder how much of my lament was made possible through my own insistence of how things should be.  What if I were simply grateful to just be in the flow?

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