yuba

I lay on my back half submerged in this river cradled by warm, smooth granite. This is one of my favorite ways to feel the heartbeat of the river. The swift current comes underneath and through me in pulses. I start to know the specific vibration of myself and the water in this moment. There’s something for me to understand about the momentum of life force that is fed and nurtured by water. I’m lost in the bliss and beauty of the moment. They are part of me forever. How long did I wait to be held and suspended in the heart of the river? How long did that ancient stone formation wait to be in contact with my body? The river draws me in, holds my gaze, absorbs me, and lets me go. Always different, always the same, always magic.