Saturday, July 28, 2012

Haunted by Waters

I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.   ~John O'Donohue

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper, I cannot make it out.  ~ Annie Dillard

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.  ~ Norman Maclean