Safe in the little boat painted bright blue, I dip the paddle into the water now and again but am letting the water just carry me. I wave to folks on the shore. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me. I don’t have much strength, yet.
The river’s current is gentle. I don’t know where the current is taking me. I have been content to just drift down the river waving to folks as I head out alone.
I am not well-provisioned. This is an adventure – the river will provide or perhaps it won’t. I am not so much curious about what lies ahead as I am resigned. There is no map, and I couldn’t read it if there were. For a map to be useful one must know where they are and where they are going. I don’t know either. I did not plan this trip. I did not choose the little bright blue boat.
The water called to me and there it was on the beach.
The little bright blue boat drifts toward the center of the river where the current is stronger. Picking up speed, I now use the oars to steer the boat. The surface of the water ripples with a wind gust and low clouds begin to move in.
The little bright blue boat and I are on our way.