Like most, of late, my little boat seems as fragile as the leaf floating in the creek. As I stood watching, the Whisper brought to mind a chant that had been precious to my heart, but forgotten or lost …. like so many other precious treasures.

“The river is flowing,
Flowing and growing,
The river is flowing
Back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
A child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
Back to the sea.”

My boat may be fragile. The journey laden with currents, rocks, storms, drought, and the sea’s tides and waves. Mother Earth carries me. Her arms are strong and trustworthy. She has gifted me a beautiful boat. And like the child, I will always be, I will giggle as She guides me back to the sea.

*”The River Is Flowing” was a chant written in the 1970s by Sun Bear, a member of the Chippewa Tribe.