Comfort comes in hearing the guitar wail
comfort comes in watching the river flow.
Comfort comes in shedding tears
comfort comes in consuming chocolate.
Comfort comes in talking with friends
comfort comes in having work to do.
6-7 July 2012
Pittsburgh and Cleveland Heights
The Presbyterian Office of Public Witness arranged a boat ride last night for Presbyterians attending Ecumenical Advocacy Days. It proved a fun evening with great food, good music, and wonderful company. My sons even kept me posted on the scores of the NCAA tournament games.
At one point, I stepped to the stern of the boat where the air was crisp and cool.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Family, Photo
As a child growing up on Front River Road on Neville Island
, I used to watch the boats in the Ohio River. I only had to pass through my front door and walk across the lawn before I would arrive near the banks of the Ohio. There I would ponder the river and and wonder who was in the boat, where they were going and where they had been and why.
Barges would pass by the island carrying I knew not what. My lack of knowledge made it easy to invent tales of daring and adventure.
The water of the Ohio moved. And much moved with it: floating branches, fish, waterfowl, ice in spring, and commerce. Recreational boats used the water. It carried pollution visible and invisible.
The river had power to transport and destructive power as well. It flooded. It claimed life, not often, but it did happen.
Living in Louisville as an adult brought me back to the Ohio. While I did not spend the time on its banks as I did when a child, I experienced comfort and joy knowing the river flowed near my home.
I have returned to Neville Island a couple of times. While much has changed both in reality and from my childhood memories, the Ohio River with its power, grace, and mystery remains.
14 August 2011
Some rivers we follow,
some rivers we ford,
some rivers we span.
1 April 2011
New York City
Waterways have served as the trail through the ages.
Growing up on an island in the Ohio River and now living on an island, water trails carry deep meaning for me.
1 September 2010
North Platte River
Edness K. Wilkens State Park