I love the river. I have always loved rivers. Growing up in Kentucky we were close to the great Ohio River. On weekends you could find me driving through the corn fields to get to a favorite spot overlooking the swift moving water. Sitting and watching the drift wood float along. So peaceful and quiet. It was perfect. I learned how to drive on those roads next to my river. When I was little we would sit on the banks and watch my parents ski there. So many memories... so much water.

Speaking of the Ohio River, Jayber Crow goes on to say, "Sometimes, living right beside it, I forget it. Going about my various tasks, I don't think about it. And then it seems just to flow back into my mind. I stop and look at it. I think of its parallel, never-meeting banks, which yet never part. I think of it lying there in its long hollow, at the foot of all the landscape, a single opening from its springs in the mountains all the way to its mouth. It is a beautiful thought, one of the most beautiful of all thoughts. I think it not in my brain only but in my heart and in all the lengths of my bones." (Page 310, Jayber Crow, Wendell Berry)
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can we go there together someday? That sounds lovely. Bring Sarah Guild too...maybe a few others...and watch, read, journal, have quiet, take pause, and share in the scene together?
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