A creek rippled by at the foot of 30' drop from the balcony of the cabin I stayed in. You could hear it in the quiet moments of the day and during the night. Not far from the cabin a dry tributary joined with the creek. It was about 15' across where it connected. It looked inviting, so I decided to take a walk up the dry creek bed to see where it would lead. The bed wandered uphill in a winding fashion, but it was fairly flat so walking was easy. The tributary narrowed the farther uphill I walked. About 100 yards up, the bed was only a small jump across. It suddenly bent almost 90 degrees and went curvingly up the side of mountain. It was dry there too all the way till it vanished out of sight. The width up the mountain could not have been more than 2' across.
I stopped to muse what the vision might mean. It was just a dry creek bed, but I could not help but think that the scene had a deeper meaning for me. I stared back down the mountain at the path I had taken to come uphill this far trying to see a message, but to no avail. I retraced my steps continuing in thought. Thoughts began trickling into my conscious awareness, "Tributaries bring reinforcement water to the stream below it. Tributaries help drain the mountain of unnecessary water. Tributaries are seasonal, swelling for use when they are needed."
It was this last point that my mind stuck on. There was my message. I don't know that my life is as dry as the stream bed, but the scene begged for the meaning of the tributary's seasonal nature. Finally, the thought formed. In due time, when the season calls for it, once again you will be able to offer something of value to the greater whole or to someone who needs it.
My message was clear. I could leave the scene behind. I had a tip for living from nature itself for which I was thankful.
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