What I would do for the delivery of some icy cold water and a piping hot coffee to my office right now! Though we did get a huge green pine tree from a Rhode Island farm to our living room window yesterday morning, I spent most of the weekend working, stayed up a wee bit too late last night, and am in need of some serious hydration and a comfort coffee at the moment.
I’ve been searching for a new water bottle ever since people started looking at me like I had three heads when I drink out of a Nalgene, and a new travel mug ever since I lost the beloved one that got me through law school. So, since my sister’s fiance Bennett gave me the heads up, I’m headed straight to Matt Damon and Gary White’s Water.org to test out these carafes and bottles!
In the face of several daunting deadlines at work this week, I am going to focus on staying calm by sipping cool water, taking yummy drink breaks, and occasionally thinking about some of the serene water quotes from the end of Norman Maclean’s A River Runs Through It (the film version of which was conveniently starred in by M. Damon’s buddy Brad Pitt)…
As the heat mirages on the river in front of me danced with and through each other, I could feel patterns from my own life joining with them. It was here, while waiting for my brother, that I started this story, although, of course, at the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. But I knew a story had begun, perhaps long ago near the sound of water. And I sensed that ahead I would meet something that would never erode so there would be a sharp turn, deep circles, a deposit, and quietness.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.