WHO AM I?
I thought myself an adventurer in life, like a Walter Mitty, an
H.H., or a Francis Macomber - but which? All things are possible for adventurers. I had
heard about the old legends, read the old stories, studied the maps. My goal?
Visit the legendary River of Life, especially my personal tributary. So, fully
packed and loaded, machete in hand, I set off.
All peoples and cultures speak of the River of Life and how the
ancients of all civilizations were born on the banks of this vast and ever
moving stream: Mekong, Amazon, Rhine, Mississippi, Congo, Yangzee, Yenisi, Danube, Nile,
Tigres, Po, Limpopo, Euphrates, Ganges, Colorado and others are all a tributaries to this mighty flow.
The River of Life is that mighty and powerful flow which
nourishes all living things on earth in a physical and metaphorical sense. All rain on the planet which runs off
into any watershed eventually arrives in one of the major rivers of the world
and these all flow into the River of Life.
And we, as peoples spread across the earth contribute to a flow
of peoples, clans and families, in a cultural river of life which takes our
individual accomplishments and combines them into the history of humanity.
“If I saw this river,” I thought, “I would become enlightened about
the unique contribution my family and I have made to the world.” That would be an adventure!
WHY AM I HERE?
How did my life affect the flow of the River of Life? I hoped to
find the special point at which my gifts and contributions affected the rolling
flow of life.
I finally reached the banks of an amazingly large and mighty
river. Never had I seen something of
this magnitude and power. I asked the man who operated a ferry boat service
what river I was beholding and he said, “The River of Life.”
“All of life?” I asked.
“ May I presume you’re an American looking for the river of
YOUR life? I get lots of Baby Boomers looking for THEIR river.”
“Yes.” I said.
He asked my name, my wife’s name, children’s names and consulted
a roll of old maps and charts. “Your river is upstream. I’ll take you there.
Hop in.”
I climbed into his canoe which had an outboard motor on it and
we headed upstream.
“What is the source of the river? From whence does it flow?”
“Since this IS the River of Life,” he said, as I turned toward him,
“It would stand to reason that it flows from the source of all time – upstream.”
He said, “And goes downstream to the ocean of Death.”
“Death?” I said. "Well, let's go upstream, okay?" My adventure and learning was beginning already.
We pulled over to a small rivulet trickling over stones down a rocky bank to the River of Life. It was next to a wide flowing
pretty good sized river and three other rivers.
“Here you go.” He said as he beached the canoe. I got out.
I looked at the robust, beautifully flowing stream with three
mid-sized flows and the paltry flow over a gravel bed.
“Is this MY RIVER?” I asked.
“The larger one is your wife’s. Yours is the trickle.” He said
pointing at the trickle over the gravel.
“Mine seems a little shallow.” I said.
“Well...” he said.
“There
must be a mistake.” I said, “I write a blog!"
“Oh, a blog!"
"And, it's read by, oh, at least tens
of people on a good day.”
"Do you fancy your blog ‘thoughty’”, he asked.
“Insightful...” I said.
“That explains the gravel,” he said, “you’re trying to be
hotiy-toity and you’re obviously bashing half-baked thoughts together which
breaks ‘em down. You heard about people having ‘rocks in their heads’? Well, if your rocks is
sedimentary and not original thoughts to begin with, you wind up with this. I
see it all the time. Especially with Geezers from the U.S. They hit 60 and suddenly thoughts
appear in their brain which they feel compelled to write down. It's called a 'Mystic Phase.'
"I've got a Mystic Phase?" I was ecstatic.
"It's all gravel. Maybe you ought to walk upstream. Maybe there was something you actually DID in
your life which gave you some kind of depth. Look back up there.” He pointed.
“There’s a little pool up there. What did you do about a year ago?”
“I was listening to a lot of hip-hop music.”
“Well there you GO! That’s CULTURE that’s different from yours!
Dr. Dre, Jay-Zee and Maclemore and Lewis put a LITTLE depth into your life.
SEE, you’re not SO shallow there! You CAN get depth after all! Just go
upstream.”
WHAT DO I WANT?
“My wife’s stream is so DIFFERENT.” I mused.
“Wot’s she do?” he asked.
“She’s a teacher, an artist, and a therapist.”
“Well, there you GO!” he said. “REAL depth, caring and
compassion here – fearlessness – SEE her stream has got DEPTH instead of
crashing dumb ideas together and winding up with gravel.”
“And my kids?”
“Oh, they got a good stream bed. Solid rocks. Not the
sedimentary type you got. This is real granite. Marble. Hard. Durable. A great
lot of ideas there. Lots of ‘em. Don’t worry about them. Lots to work with
here.”
He walked back to his canoe.
“So, I’ll leave you to your adventure. Good luck. Go upstream –
remember, upstream is opposite the way the water flows.” He hopped back into his canoe, gave me a wave,
headed downstream and left me to my search for enlightenment. I wondered how
long I’d have to splash through the trickle before I hit real rapids... if
there any rapids. My Mystic Phase was making my memory a bit fuzzy.
It still left me with the question: was I more like Walter
Mitty, H.H. or Francis Macomber?
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