Last night I watched the documentary Muscle Shoals.  It’s about perseverance, hard work and the connective and collective power of music guided by the sounds of the Tennessee river in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.  The native people call it the Singing River.

I lived on the Mississippi River for fifth grade and part of sixth so I returned to the rhythm of living by the movement of a river, the momentum and ease in watching life flow by.  My mother said it was hard to get anything done when the river called like a friend to be listened to, and to listen and soothe.

It’s raining today.  I made a fire and sat by the fireplace, finding my own rhythm reflected in the elements of which I’m made and with which I flow – earth, water, fire, wind, and air giving space.