When Two Rivers Converge into One
What looks like division now, may also be source reuniting
I once camped solo at the confluence of two rivers. Drifting off to sleep, I listened to the running waters meet in the night.
Something special happens when rivers converge. As I lay there dreaming, the split parts of myself were coming together. The parts I liked and the parts I didn’t. The fearful parts with the courageous ones. I was merging. I awoke no longer divided, confused, or feeling torn. All the conflicting and polarized elements had somehow found peace with each other.
Divisions and polarities eventually come together, if not in daylight’s visibility, at least in the dreamy night. The river was originally one; its source and destiny the same. It simply split at some point and was finally joining back up. As if healed.
Just as I had somehow split within myself and pulled the pieces back together, the same is true in society, and the communities and organizations within which we live and work. Societal polarities are temporal splits, but the water all shares the same source. As do we.
In the night’s quiet, we can listen to the running waters that flow from the source, and hear the whispered messages of its unified destiny. Reach in with cupped hands and drink of its truth. Drift with the sound into sleep, and awaken to the rivers having converged in our dreams.
