Tributary
| You're on a journey you started a long time ago. You're pretty new to traveling this path, so you made sure that when you started out you had all the supplies you needed - a compass, nourishment, a map to guide you. You'd stop along the way to get refreshed and replenish your supplies. Beautiful scenery kept you in awe. The bumps and potholes along the way were easily side-stepped. Once in a while a storm would come and you'd have to stop or backtrack a little until it passed. You'd then get back on the road, stronger for the storms and eager to press on. Then something happened. Somehow, somewhere you took a wrong turn. The storms that were few and far between now seemed relentless. One after the other they pounded you. It was getting harder and harder to see the road ahead. Then the compass jammed - the needle just spun in circles. The map didn't seem to make sense anymore - it was like trying to read a foreign language. Your nourishment dwindled - you became hungry and thirsty. Days and nights passed. You kept on walking. You had to. You knew if you stopped you would surely die. Weariness overtakes you. Darkness surrounds you. You lie down and fear the journey has ended. A gentle nudging. A soft touch. Your eyes open - you are not alone. Someone is there offering you nourishment. Silently you accept. Together, in the quiet, you walk alongside. One by one others join you. Each offering a touch - a word - a song. Soon the darkness begins to lift. With each step forward you become stronger. The paths begin to clear. Sunlight brightens the days. Moonlight shatters the night's darkness. The destination is clear. You are heading towards home. Tributary High in the mountains a spring pours its life into a tiny stream which begins a whispering journey. It is joined to another stream which soon becomes part of an even stronger current. Carried and carrying, supported and supporting, the growing, travelling and mingling continue until finally the stream, swept joyfully along with its brothers and sisters goes tumbling, rushing, racing and roaring into the Great Body to fulfill its destiny and to become -- fulfilled... |







