This morning I had plans. Life was awake and I was too. I wanted and planned and life happened. Not my plans. Not my desires. Not even my hopes. Life just happened. And I
watched it. I watched it flow right past me and I didn’t touch it. I did not alter it nor intertwine it. I watched it and wondered. I wondered what it would be like if I stepped into that stream and soaked my feet. Would my path be softer? Would I feel an empathy for the others in the stream of life passing by? I watched and wondered and did not step into the stream and it flowed.
I thought about the lives of those who are remembered because they stepped into the stream of life. Some notable people have made huge impacts in that river. Some are remembered locally, regionally and even globally. Some have so impacted the course of the stream that others have imitated them. Some have stepped into the stream and repeated the same steps. Some have impacted hundreds of people in their lives because they chose to enter the stream. Other thousands and for some millions are still impacted each day, continually. I watched and did not enter the stream and it flowed. Continue reading
