10/03/2023 0 By BuddyCushman

In yesterday’s Morning Pages I was writing about rivers which have had significance in my life. Primarily these three, and the places in which I lived when they colored my days: the Merrimack River in Lowell, MA; the Willamette River in Portland, OR; the Wareham River in my hometown of Wareham, MA. There’s poetry fostered within me about each of these places, and their watery jewels.

Recently I spent six days in Bend, OR, and was introduced to yet another river – the Deschutes. Quickly, suddenly, it has taken its place in my heart of hearts where rivers are gifts – blessings. A child’s delight for so many possibilities. Flowing reminders of how things are when just allowed to be.

I came upon yesterday’s kingfisher sitting watch over the Deschutes River. My life got bigger. Perhaps it is the little things, and perhaps the little things are the biggest of all. It’s too much thinking for me. I’m one with the Deschutes now, nearly 1000 miles up the road, and with the kingfisher – as much here as there.

Sarah Bender Roshi, possibly quoting Joan Sutherland Roshi, said this in a group last week – “Something has a claim on us. We belong to it.”

Yes. It’s like that.