Sometimes we wander together but in separate spheres. Our worlds can get rained on for weeks at a time and we can get caught in the tide pool turning and spinning, turning and spinning. Then one day the sun appears and a wind blows knocking down branches from upstream. Suddenly you get bumped from the tide pool and find a release so refreshing you think it was a breath of fresh air from spiritual perfection. One must note not the expectation of future tide pools along the river because we know there are many already. The ride along the meandering river can be a pleasant one if the tide pools from the past are not allowed to hamper your newly painted oar.
