(c) clr ’19/06/22 Chambly Rapids
Sitting on remnants of an old tree, she stretches her feet and rests them on the flat rock. Her toes dip into the cool water and she closes her eyes, allowing the river rapids to draw her in. Rumble, rumble, splash, spray, whoosh…hypnotic rhythm of the current.
Her mind is still not quite clear and she chants four Sanskrit words softly over and over and over. Her voice becomes part of the summer breeze and echoes over the waves. Soon, her mind is filled with memories of her mother smiling and laughing. The children are young and giggle at their Nanny as she sings a song with lyrics she makes up along the way.
many days have passed
hanging on a limb
ruminating
many days have passed
sadness and joy
woven in time
hanging on a limb
rumbling with the rapids
ambivalence flows
ruminating
pausing to appreciate
breathing in the joys
© Tournesol ‘19/06/24
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Oh gosh this is beautiful I felt like I was right there with you! ❤ Wow. I love this about the water and I love the song you sang ❤ It's so sweet and reminiscing of our childhoods. ❤
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