"I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding."
And I'm trying, I really am. I'm trying to open up like water and trust the letting go. I'm inviting vulnerability. I'm almost ready to roll over the rocks without trying to alter the course. I'm preparing for bumping into big rocks and hoping they are smoother than I think they will be. I know it might knock me sideways. It might hurt.
There's no way to prepare, not really. That's the thing about unfolding like a river...there's no way of predicting the path.
At the moment, I feel like a pool of water just at the edge of spilling over.