The Water’s Edge
Written by: Collette Cottingham; Consciously Woman
I needed to come back here. I am not really sure why. She calls to me. It doesn’t matter how far away I go, I can still hear her.
Momma used to say the river had a song. If you sit still and be in the quiet you could hear her song.
Growing up on the river I memorized her every mood. I listened to her song. I became one of the lucky ones. I can feel the song of the river. She has a beautiful passionate spirit. Her passion goes both ways.
I left her many years ago. I haven’t been back since momma passed. Today I sit in the soft sand at the river’s edge. The water gently caresses my feet. I began to cry. Once I start I can’t stop. I am releasing my year of pain.
She sings her song for me. She listens to my pain and cares for me. We understand each other. After all these years she knew what was best for me. She brought me back to my simple childhood filled with love and happiness.
Here on the water’s edge I am home. I am loved. I am reminded of the greatness of life. All the gifts I have to give. She releases my soul. I can start again. Like the waters of baptism I am reborn at the water’s edge.