Hi Karen,
It has been a good day. I went to church this morning with my little girl, then my cousin and his wife brought lunch over and we caught up with each other's news - there's been a lot.
I hope your day has been good. Was it clear or hazy where you were? I noticed when I was in Warby that it was overcast and much cooler, here it was quite sunny and hot. My cousin said it was overcast and cooler all the way from the outskirts of Melbourne to Warby, they got such a surprise it was sunny when they arrived.
I have actually done that you know - writing on leaves and letting the river carry them away. It was the year before last when I was doing an ECASA Trauma focussed Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (TACT) course. They had it as a meditation, but as soon as I heard about it I visualised myself really doing it. So I listened to my favourite song, Nichole Nordeman's River God , then sat and wrote on each autumn leaf with a black texta - just one or two words representing the pain and grief I wanted to be able to let go of.
I took them to the river and to start with I just dropped them in, but instead of floating away they got tangeld in some twigs nearby. I needed to send them on their way, and my nosey neighbours would have loved to know what I was doing - I didn't want anything left for them to find.
So then I tried to shake them loose by wiggling the top of the twigs, but it didn't work. I ended up overbalancing on the step I was standing on and one foot went into the cold river up nearly to the top of my Blunny. I was thinking "oh my god any second now I am going to have a very wet very cold foot!" Amazingly no water got into my Blundstone and I didn't fall into the river, I managed to get myself back up with two feet on the step. So I found a bigger stick and had to do a lot of poking around to get the leaves loose and watch them flow away down the river as I had hoped they would.
After that I threw the leaves in quite forcefully much further out into the current so they didn't get caught in the eddies near the bank, and they floated away. I had a cry, but I also had to laugh. It was such a great metaphor for how difficult it is to let go of extremely painful stuff. We might be willing to let it go, but sometimes we have to shake it loose much more vigorously - or at least that has been my experience
. My near dunking in the river, and lucky escape, also struck me as quite hilarious at the time - I think partly in relief, I'm scared of water and I don't much like the cold either!
Your visualisation remind me also of a bit of a mantra which I try to use when I am distressed, which helps me recall the peace of the river - I say to myself: "Me in the river, and the river in me". I visualise the cool river, always flowing to the sea, flowing over me; and then the cool calm flowing through me. It helps ground me sometimes.
I agree I am very blessed to have it so near. It's not quite in my backyard, there's a river easement of about 10 metres or so between my yard and the river, but it is almost. I can understand why you miss it.
Take care of you too.
Kind regards,
Kristin