A river flows.
age to age,
no storm or drought
stops it's way
From a roaring current
to a gentle trickle
the river persists
cut through the soil and stone
Down to the bedrock
this water will flow,
taking everything unstable
down it's path to the sea
It's flow is it's strength,
moving immovable stones,
eroding all in it's path
down to true bedrock
About Me
- footprint blues
- I'm a visionary and pioneer at heart, born in Canada, moved to Estonia in 1992 on an adventure involving both business and missions. Lately i've been on a bit of a sabbatical from it all, taking much time to reflect and write... I've always enjoyed creating new ventures, and have a passion for helping others find their niche and calling in life. It's been quite an adventure, overwhelming at times, wearing many hats over the years.. It's certainly been a learning experience, so perhaps i've gained a few seeds of wisdom to share. As you peruse through my posts, i hope some of the miscellaneous ramblings and thoughts from my journey might resonate with you... - R.L.
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