The contrasts are often stark. We undulate from safety to risk to safety again. We float from struggle to comfort to struggle. The pattern is intentional and, still, spontaneous and personal. Like drops of water in a river, we flow on our own paths.
Some drops find quick currents and others discover contemplative, placid pools.
At the same time, we form a community, a unison, and a connectedness. We flow together toward something unseen. Yet all along, the river seems to know the direction. Samuel searches the individual. Like the image, his eyes are open.