Go Upstream

How Water Moves us to Cry and Why

This is Looking Glass Falls, the day after the hurricane blew through Brevard and Western North Carolina. We have survived a one thousand year flood—well, most of us survived. I heard just yesterday of a woman who is a Mom, wife, grandmother and friend was ripped from her husband’s arms and is lost—her body not yet found. Her soul now moved on to Upstream.

The devastating flooding here makes mud of my words. The stories—oh the stories of what happened in that high water flood… the stories moves me to tears.

But really, anytime I am near moving water, I think about what I wrote in this poem I titled, “Go Upstream.”

What the Celtics told us to do is this:

Pray until you cry.

They meant by that—pray—talk to God, yourself—anyone who will really listen and get “it” out. Don’t keep the tears in you.

Tears unshed become toxic to the soul.

Tears contain salt—the great salt from the oceans from which all rivers flow into and there in the ocean—everything belongs.

Every blessing to anyone who moves upstream with me!

Steve