Quietly I reminisce of yesterday, I cool myself in the creek, my feet
becoming cold as the water rushes by. I see a crawdad in the mud as it
slowly makes it’s way through the mud towards the next rock. It seems
to look at me as he backs away, not in fear, but in respect to my size.
At times I back up like the creatures of the stream, backing up and
looking at the beauty that surrounds me.

Many of the trees have been here long before I was born, the rocks
beneath the mud were there before I ever truly knew of this place. The
dreams of greens and the roads I travel are much like this crawdad, he
sees what is before him as I see what is before me. He wonders where he
will find that next stream leading to the journeys end, ever wondering
what will be behind that next rock, or that next bundle of moss glued to
the rocks. He knows it is slippery and care must be taken not to lose
sight of the next point of his journey.

I speak to the animals and can see what they have to offer, guidance of
a sort you might say, I see the travels they endure to cross the streams
of their life, and as I do I see my travels are much the same.
Constantly looking forward, ever knowing to hold on tight, knowing not
to lose sight of the things surrounding me. Looking up and seeing the
clouds roll in, wondering if the mud I stir in this stream looks the
same to this crawdad.

Does he know I will not harm him? Does he know I am just like him in my
own stream of life? Sensing this does he know of his own life like I do
mine?

Slowly the rains come drizzling, cooling off the stale humid air,
filling the air with a coolness I pick my feet up from the stream and
wonder what wonders I will see in my Stream of Life. I am brought back
to reality as the phone rings, it is the love I have long searched for,
does this crawdad feel the rain coming down? I will ask him the next
time our paths cross in the Stream of Life. Will I be the crawdad the
next time we cross paths?

This is bearifically beautiful G.This is very deep & contemplative.I've
read it several times already & it leaves the reader pondering over
these instictive questions that one must ask oneself.Magnificant work
G.I Luv it.Godspeed!Cybear.;=)