Water And Sanity

At age 22 I found myself sitting at the side of the Mississippi River with a year off alcohol. I was sad and lonely. I was scared. I didn’t think I would ever find a purpose. The ice was breaking apart on this spring day. I became mesmerized by how the chunks of broken ice would bob up and down with the current. I noticed how the ice crowded and moved to find its way. Sometimes it went over and sometimes under other chunks of floating ice. I thought, “Maybe I can learn how to do that.” It gave me some hope but I could not grasp or develop the idea at that point.