Last week, the river that I run by was running fast and furious, thundering in my eardrums and drowning the tree trunks that line the riverbank. A couple of feet higher and it would have washed out the trail. Its power and speed were amazing.
Today, the same river was like a little lamb, barely a trickle of its former self. I could easily have waded to the other side without incident, its power beat into submission or just missing in action, I'm not sure which.
At times my marriage difficulties are like the river when it runs fast and furious, impossible to navigate and harder to ignore. And other times it is simply a quiet body of water that is present but one you can tune out; it's easy to run beside it and not get your feet wet.
And when life brings bad news, as it sometimes does, it's almost a relief to throw my charade of a marriage onto the back burner and concentrate on helping others; although obviously I am not hoping for bad things to happen to my friends and family.
Three very recent diagnoses of cancer within the compact circle of people I love means my marriage problems are far from the front of my smallish brain.
For now, there are bigger fish to fry; and the river will always run.
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