How Am I Regularly Caring For My River of Thoughts?
I used to live just one street over from the bluffs that rise up over the Missouri River. I’m familiar with its power. My kids and I loved to walk down to our historic town’s riverfront to stand at the banks and throw rocks and sticks into it. Sticks were our favorite because we could see just how swift the current was. It also gave a strict warning to my children to never play in that dangerous river. The sticks are always quickly rushed along with the rushing course of the river, too fast to ever retrieve back.