where time just about stands still

0079_River ramble

It’s Saturday night. Blessedly, there isn’t a shred of obligation between us – a rare occurrence these days. After dinner, my husband and I hop in the car, turn off the air, slide open the moon roof, roll down the windows, turn up a little Turtle Island String Quartet, and cruise down to the mighty Mississippi.

We park our car and slip out, twine our fingers together, walk hand in hand. There is so much we could talk about, but not talking about things is what we’re aiming for tonight. This time is reserved just for us. We suspend words, walk side by side, take in the view, fall in with the water’s pace. The great river has already begun to work its magic: we feel ourselves begin to mirror the Mississippi. Our steps slow, we move with the current, we meander along. As this gradual transition from modern life into natural life takes place, we grow more serene, more reflective.

After a time, we choose a graceful wrought iron bench beside the shimmering river, where crepe paper ribbons of brass and agate and onyx furl and unfurl in endless combination. We sit down, settle in, stretch our legs, heave a collective sigh, and let the long, long week unravel.

Evening arrives, sweet and slow. Birds hush as crickets rosin up the bow. Right on cue, and impossibly gorgeous as it glides seamlessly upriver, a riverboat chugs prettily past. It’s a picture postcard, a many-layered cake covered with candles and pink icing.

As sunset bronzes the muddy water that slips endlessly on towards the Delta, a pelican spreads broad, black-tipped wings and soars across the sky, circling on soft summer thermals. A fingernail moon appears. Then, the evening star.

How good it is to live in this sleepy little river town — a place where time just about stands still. Peacefulness is palpable here, just ripe for the plucking, and an easy evening like this offers an irresistible invitation to bundle up cares and worries, set them adrift, and watch as they fade from view.


14 thoughts on “where time just about stands still

  1. so many lines to etch in my soul: “crickets rosin up the bow;” “fingernail moon;” “feel ourselves begin to mirror the Mississippi”….
    your poetry comes in many forms — framed and unfurled…..
    thank you, and blessings for slowing my late afternoon’s current….

  2. Your kind words are etched in my heart, Barbara. That they have come from you, exquisite writer that you are, means everything to me. Bless you, and thank you.

  3. Lovely words, soothing to a weary soul tonight. Thank you for the reminder that slowing down is always an option.

    • I’m glad this small post brought you a measure of peace this evening, dear K. I hope slowing down is the next item on your to-do list. Blessings to you, my friend. xox

    • Thank you, Anne. That’s a high compliment, coming from one with whom I share a lifetime of devotion and connectedness to the life-giving, soul-stirring waters of our beloved river. xoxo

    • Thank you, dear Kristine – it truly is a little slice of Heaven to unplug from modern life, to lose oneself in nature, to suspend thought and simply be. Wishing you quiet moments of respite and renewal close to nature’s heart. xox

  4. This reads like a meditation. It brought me right smack into the heart of my nest. You, my friend, are a poet, pure and simple–don’t you ever underestimate your gift. Much love to you, and thank you for sharing that extraordinary heart of yours. xoxo

    • Thank you, my dear friend. Come to think of it, I believe I wrote this piece as a meditation on the importance of stepping away from the mad dash and giving oneself permission to rest in nature’s presence. It’s so easy to get off-kilter today, in ways circumstantial or self-imposed. Nature has the power to bring us back to center — a gift she offers us all. xox

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