In Seattle, this little creek meanders its way through the back yard of my partner, Teresa’s home. In a rainstorm, it can be a swift current to be careful with — watch your little ones. However, often, it is a simple creek, with simple babbling sounds and a tiny waterfall.
I’ve sat near this creek many times and in many different spots. It is the quiet that I so love to have there. To empty my mind, welcoming the many thoughts to pass just as the water is passing near me.
I know that not all moments in life are meant to be spent near these meandering creeks. But some of them are. They are for me. It helps me to feel in my body the memory of quiet, or flow, that I value remembering in many non-creek moments.
