I love the lesson Chris Corrigan draws from sitting by the Mississippi.
And in front of me the river was flowing fast and deep. And as huge as it is with all that water going through it it was silent. It slid by, a massive quiet anchor in the scene. Several times bald eagles took off from the trees across the water and soared in the wind, stillness in motion, also completely silent… And it just struck me then about how the biggest things are so quiet, and how our attention is drawn to the small and the flittery and the chirpy.
Ain’t that the truth?
