the seep

I guess that sometimes when I think of a “stream of consciousness”, I imagine a rushing river of thought and imagination.

It’s powerful….unstoppable…the kind of brain power that carves great canyons out of solid ground….that fills oceans.

A person could really float a boat on a stream of consciousness like that.

When I take a closer look, though, it’s usually just a trickle….a “seep”….a wet place on muddy ground that someone is going to have to clean off his boots later.

No need to feel bad, though…that little seep can fill a cistern if you develop it a little and then leave it alone…..and then the cistern can help quench the thirst of a whole village.

It only ever has to be a trickle to do good things.

But I look at the giant body of water and can’t get around how small that trickle seems in comparison.

It’s inconsequential.

It doesn’t matter.

It’s not a grand river.

It’s something that no one would notice if they didn’t trip over it.

It has no power that I can see at first glance.

The stream….you never know where that flow is going to go.

We had some pounding rains here in the last couple of days…and I noticed that I’m going to have to go get another load of crusher run to fill in the ruts that the deluge left behind.

Water can do some strong damage.

It can be a violent thing.

A lot of water, channeled in the wrong direction, if it’s allowed to continue its path, can just mess up stuff like you wouldn’t believe.

It will make a road impassable….rut it out so it can’t be used again until it’s repaired.

You can’t retreat sometimes after a bad storm.

You cannot go back after the damage has been done.

That’s no great revelation…..that’s what water does…carries or destroys…or sometimes carries while it’s destroying.

It’s no secret that it can have some power….and that it has a mind of its own.

That trickle….given some time…makes a grand canyon. It might even make the Grand Canyon.

These thoughts….these tiny streams…I guess that they can have power, too.

These thoughts can build or they can destroy….and if they’re the wrong kind of thoughts, it really doesn’t take a deluge to do the damage, either.

A trickle of bad can wear away the good around it….can wear it all away until all that you can see is the devastation left behind.

But one small good thought can have the same kind of profound effect.

You can build a paradise on one small thought if it’s the right one….if it’s the right kind of thought.

You can change the world with the right kind of thought….backed up with even a little bit of action.

A “stream of consciousness” goes where it will.

It picks up what it finds along its way and carries it all the way to the end.

Seep….or tsunami…it doesn’t matter in its conclusion.

Somebody…….somewhere….is going to get wet.



About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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