River of Gratitude

Two images guide my life’s journey. One is a river, popping up in memories, songs, and quotes with messages and meanings for that I’m grateful.

I grew up near the Rio Grande River in Texas. I recall going to a natural area along this river, probably when I was in high school. While a conservationist/ranger/someone was talking, I took a mental picture of that spot where the river curved, void of trees, yet beautifully stark and rugged. Throughout the years, this mental freeze frame frequently offers me an unknown comfort. I’m grateful for the peace of the river.

I now live near the Mississippi River in Minnesota with a greater sense of connection to flowing rivers and the flow of life than ever before.

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I’m grateful for the sense of connection that feels like a much needed, long anticipated healing hug.

My physical and spiritual journey is opening to the nourishing river of life reminding me of the hymn, “I’ve Got a River of Life”.


I’m grateful for wholeness and abundance.


With my body, I love and encourage lymphatic movement. From yoga, to massage, to hydration, to exercise, to going bra-free over a month ago (yay!), I feel free. Following nine years of stagnant lymph and being unable to cry, the flow of my lymph corresponds with a new sense of spiritual and emotional release. My long fed fears of scarcity and unworthiness stagnated like debris in a river, blocking my progress, leaving me stuck. Releasing these fears, I frequently feel and visualize the rush of the energizing current of gratitude, creativity, and abundance while Carly Simon sings along to the soundtrack of my life.

I’m grateful that now I often feel awake with the flow of dreams, desire, and intuition.

A Facebook friend shared a quote from the Inward/Outward Project about the Great River of Being –
“If we can let ourselves go in prayer and speak all that is in our minds and hearts, if we can sit quietly and bear the silence, we will hear all the bits and pieces of ourselves crowding in on us, pleading for our attention. Prayer’s confession begins with this racket, for prayer is noisy with the clamor of all the parts of us demanding to be heard. The clamor is the sound of the great river of being flowing in us.”
I’m grateful that prayer is both quiet and noisy. I’m grateful that life is that way too.

I’m grateful that the river is timeless and so are we.

I’m grateful for the flow of life. Go with it!

The second image is a butterfly.

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