That’s what Krishna says over and over.  The one I love is the one who is detached from the outcome, who allows the river to flow without trying to dam it or dry it up or redirect it.  And wherever the river flows, the river flows.  Sometimes it floods the plain and leaves rich soil.  Sometimes the tears flood my days and leave a headache.

Whether with my brother in prison, my sister bent over with her hurt back, or a friend with delightful young sons, work forever undone, bills unpaid, dreams fading–to let them all just flow without grasping.

Today, I let all sadness and feelings of uselessness just float down the river of what I truly believe is endless love that courses through our bodies, is what we breathe, is the shining essence of every-thing.  I lean on the light today.