There’s no stopping the rain. It comes down in sheets. Eases off and returns to its deluge form again.
It’s going to go on like this for another day, the weather forecasters foretell.
And I watch the river like a hawk.
It is my ‘June’ thing. Riverwatch.
June is the rainy month in Calgary. If the river is going to flood, it will most likely do so now.
And I keep watch.
Prepare my ‘gotta go package’. Important papers. Suitcase. Treasures.
The likelihood of needing it is low. In the great flood of 2013, the river came to our back fence. No higher.
Who knows with Mother Nature? Though the forecasters do foretell that these rains are still significantly less than the rains of the great flood, I still keep watch.
I let that knowledge comfort me. Ease my mind.
Living on the river is a gift or perhaps I should call it a privilege. Because it is.
We get to watch the river coursing through Mother Nature’s unfolding seasons from fast-flowing spring to sultry summer to Autumn’s gunmetal greys and winter’s glistening ice blanket.
We are party to buds bursting forth into a green curtain of beauty playing peek-a-boo with the view beyond their greenery to falling away to reveal the river flowing and freezing up and breaking up and flowing once again.
It is a privilege to live on the river.
And, just as darkness contains light and love contains anger, with that privilege comes the knowledge that what is cherished most also contains the potential to become something less desired.
As in all things, vigilance, standing in awareness, being present within all that is present, contains opportunities for miracles to unfold, love to rise and hearts to beat wild and free.
Not allowing the possible less desired to deter us from living here requires an acceptance of all that is present. The beauty, the constant flow of water, the sense of being immersed in Mother Nature through every season while being part of a vibrant and bustling city is divinely inspiring and invigorating.
And so, I watch the river.
She’s a wild one today.
She’ll be wild for another couple of days, the weather forecasters foretell.
Guess it’s a good thing I like living on the wild side!