The river does what it's supposed to do. It follows the path predetermined for it. There is no resistance. No complaints.

It winds it's way around bends.Swishes and sways to it's own special rhythm. Jumps cliffs if it needs to just to be embraced by the earth once again.

It does all of this with faith, listening to it's true nature. No fear, no second guessing, no worries.  Then true acceptance as it encounters the sea.

How wonderful to live as a river.