Can you imagine what that river would look like? Sound like? Feel like? Smell like? Taste like?
Would it flow freely or be stagnant?
Would it be fast moving or meandering?
Would it be clean or polluted? Cloudy or clear?
Would it be dammed or blocked? Pushed underground?
Could you love the river's beauty? Or would you be comparing it to other rivers, wondering why it wasn't faster or slower, warmer or colder?
As a mom (to 2 teenage sons), wife, and person in the world, I have been on a long imperfect journey. I have made many mistakes, but with mindfulness, emotional reflection, and lots of support I have learned enormously from those mistakes.