It is not the loss of blood that kills you first, it's the lack of circulation. Medics will pump you full of saline solution to prevent organs from shutting down when blood is not readily available. Saline is salt water, abundantly available and will sustain circulation, and life, for a short period of time. Time does not choose sides and certainly does not favor you in the battle for life and death. But salt water likes you immensely.
Rivers are arteries and the waters flowing within them sustain a saline planet teeming with life.
When a river's water deviates or is liberated from intention, new pools and lakes are forged, creating new forms of existence.
Once upon a recent journey from Northerly Northland to Southerly Southland, Family, Plus One, and I had a brief encounter with the world's roaring arteries. We peered into the swirling bowl of churning waters as it fell off a dramatic, rock ledge, with our hands clamped down on iron barriers, mist rising to meet us high above the canyon. White water rushed down competing for space with boulders and embankments, with proof that over time, water is the victor. Perhaps time chooses sides after all.
The river's journey is everlasting, at times at peace and other times with great haste. The rushing white water, the mist rising above, the deposited pools, ponds, lakes, seas and oceans, there is no end. Even the evaporation comes back as rain, creating rivers with rushing white water, waterfalls with mist rising high above, deposited pools, ponds, lakes, seas and saline oceans, teeming with life.
Rivers are arteries and the waters flowing within them sustain a saline planet teeming with life.
When a river's water deviates or is liberated from intention, new pools and lakes are forged, creating new forms of existence.
Once upon a recent journey from Northerly Northland to Southerly Southland, Family, Plus One, and I had a brief encounter with the world's roaring arteries. We peered into the swirling bowl of churning waters as it fell off a dramatic, rock ledge, with our hands clamped down on iron barriers, mist rising to meet us high above the canyon. White water rushed down competing for space with boulders and embankments, with proof that over time, water is the victor. Perhaps time chooses sides after all.
The river's journey is everlasting, at times at peace and other times with great haste. The rushing white water, the mist rising above, the deposited pools, ponds, lakes, seas and oceans, there is no end. Even the evaporation comes back as rain, creating rivers with rushing white water, waterfalls with mist rising high above, deposited pools, ponds, lakes, seas and saline oceans, teeming with life.
I can feel the whitewater rushing through my arms and fingers as I deploy my jazzing hands today. I have dramatic waterfalls flowing off of steep ledges within my heart and mist rising high above. If one day these saline rivers are liberated from their intentions, new pools will be forged, creating new forms of life.
This journey is everlasting.
Day two-hundred and eleven complete.
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