This place on the river is a place of stillness. Water gurgles, birds swoop overhead, little bugs buzz around, hikers wander by and yell greetings, dogs run happily over the rocks and splash and play.
The river bed is full of life and yet it offer a stillness.
This spot is prime for enjoying life. The Indians who lived here wore dents grinding their dinner on these rocks . . .
There’s constant motion. Sometimes we look for stillness to be where nothing moves, nothing lives, nothing expresses joy, nothing wears or changes. I’d rather think of stillness as a calm that teems with life.