“Do I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there’s too much water, too much life in me, or sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen, or will I stagnate and become a dry riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up, and confine me to a canal, so that I flow only where they want, to use for their own purposes, or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my way through the land and plowing a valley of my own?”
Cache la Poudre River, Colorado
