A chronicle of my time teaching English in Korea... a chapter drawing to a close on September 30, 2010.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
88 - Live Water
"Live water heals memories. I look up the creek adn here it comes, the future, being borne aloft as on a winding succession of laden trays. You may wake and look from the window and breathe the real air, and say, with satisfaction or with longing, "'This is it." But if you look up the creek, fi you look up the creek in any weather, your spirt fills, and you are saying , with an exulting rise of the lungs, "Here it comes!"
I found the river today. I knew that it existed; the map said so. I finally found it today.