They rested on river’s bank watching sunlight dance over contour-ripples of water’s face as current spoke, softly, across shallows sounding in song over broken bed of rock with shelves and polished pebbles, stone carved and moved from heart of a mountain. Gazing and listening to the river’s run, each took from river different truths spoken separate to different souls as they rested near but distant in divorce of presence between bodies and minds.
He listened to the water further, its echo and report; soft song compounded and amplified in resonance off canyon walls; and from river song’s repeat, he found the words he sought to say.
Always strong and open spirit, in the moment, a piece of her seemed bound; weighted and caught in an uncertainty like leaf in eddy current.
All she needed was a shift, a movement to restore her to a course; and, sensing, he spoke spirit in a wind.
“Sometimes, life is like a canyon and gifts us answer in the words we give away?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, attention moved from internal to outward present world.
“Don’t overthink it,” he smiled. “It’ll be beautiful, whatever you decide. Trust what you feel and leave the rest to mystery that is discovery and life’s experience. Life’s story isn’t defined in a day: no matter how moving or changing. A day is only a day and the greater and rest of life’s story rests in all that follows after.
And for the memory, there will always be scent of juniper and sage, and inspiration of open sky, to return you back to moment made and conspired by the cosmos especially for you.
Don’t overthink it,” he spoke again. “It will be amazing. Whatever your worry, don’t overthink it. Trust the canyon’s song. There is reason it speaks peace.”
She smiled as bound untethered and spirit returned to current of fate and course.
Sky and spirit lifted clear, sun luminous above, as river spoke softly on, telling further truths in lyric of eternal story-song.