The Journal Archives – Not the Same River

I don’t suddenly wake up one morning and watch all the pieces fall into place. I don’t wake up one morning and watch everything fall apart. It’s more like a river, a stream, always moving, but never quite the same. Each corner, each bend holds something new – a challenge, a lull, a pool, a storm, a tide, a waterfall, a twig, a branch, a rapid, calm…