We are our own river. “We must stay the course, clear ourselves of floating leaves and shining cobwebs, fold with change, endure, live life to the fullest.” River fell in love–she left him–he courted cannibals, heard the preacher talk of reincarnation, helped in the great migration of African animals, buried the horse he loved and watched the old grey bird fly away, knowing he would see him in reincarnation. A writer commits suicide, the man on the horizon walks beyond the horizon. Time consumes River, his love returns stricken with dementia, he realizes how much he loves her but cannot help her, devastated he moves to his end— reincarnation, in which he cherishes rebirth, and a new start. River is strong, loves powerfully, is human in many ways. Is your journey through life like his?
We are our own river. “We must stay the course, clear ourselves of floating leaves and shining cobwebs, fold with change, endure, live life to the fullest.” River fell in love–she left him–he courted cannibals, heard the preacher talk of reincarnation, helped in the great migration of African animals, buried the horse he loved and watched the old grey bird fly away, knowing he would see him in reincarnation. A writer commits suicide, the man on the horizon walks beyond the horizon. Time consumes River, his love returns stricken with dementia, he realizes how much he loves her but cannot help her, devastated he moves to his end— reincarnation, in which he cherishes rebirth, and a new start. River is strong, loves powerfully, is human in many ways. Is your journey through life like his?