Katherine,
Enas, me,
Sogand and Corinne (and my
lis) ready to take on the "rapids" of the River Jordan.
In the river, which is actually more of a trickle (if not a dribble), Jared and I took the two-person canoe and the girls and Mike paddled the raft.
The lazy current and tangled shrubs on the banks reminded me of "tubing" or "float trips" along the Bogue Chitto River in Bogalusa, Louisiana, or the Black Creek in Tombigbee National Park in Mississippi or Chickasabogue Creek in Alabama.
River of Jordan
I traveled the banks of the River of Jordan
To find where it flows to the sea.
I looked in the eyes of the cold and the hungry
And I saw I was looking at me.
I wanted to know if life had a purpose
And what it all means in the end.
In the silence I listened to voices inside me
And they told me again and again.
There is only one river. There is only one sea.
And it flows through you, and it flows through me.
There is only one people. We are one and the same.
We are all one spirit. We are all one name.
We are the father, mother, daughter and son.
From the dawn of creation, we are one.
We are one.
Every blade of grass on the mountain
Every drop in the sea
Every cry of a newborn baby
Every prayer to be free
Every hope at the end of a rainbow
Every song ever sung
Is a part of the family of woman and man
And that means everyone.
We are only one river. We are only one sea.
And it flows through you, and it flows through me.
We are only one people. We are one and the same.
We are all one spirit. We are all one name.
We are the father, mother, daughter and son
From the dawn of creation, we are one.
We are one.
-Peter, Paul & Mary
