The River

I gær var sagt við mig: There is no rushing a river. Madur getur ekki knúið vissa hluti áfram. Þetta þykir mér mjög flott, er um að lifa i núinu, góðir hlutir gerast hægt, og maður þarf að treysta því að Guð muni vel fyrir sjá.

There is no rushing a river. When you go there, you go at the pace of the water and that pace ties you into a flow that is older than life on this planet. Acceptance of that pace, even for a day, changes us, reminds us of other rhythms beyond the sound of our own heartbeats.

-Jeff Rennicke, River Days: Travels on Western Rivers, A Collection of Essays

"Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”

- Winnie the Pooh