There once was a little stream. It was really more of a trickle as it pooled and bubbled and came to life at the top of the mountain. But it wanted more—it wanted to see and it wanted to do and it felt stagnant in its spot on the mountain.
One day it asked Eagle “what can you see from there, so high above? Tell me all these things because I will never see them.” Eagle didn’t know what little stream was talking about so he flew down and came to perch on a rock.
“Little stream,” said Eagle, “how can you think that this is your forever life? You can see all that I can see once you begin your journey.” Mountain was listening and laughed at Stream for Mountain knew the Stream had always been meant for more and the sound of Mountain’s laughter shook the clouds and made it rain. Rain joined Stream and formed River and River was stronger than Stream and together they began to flow down Mountain. Stream was afraid when they met with the large rocks and walls of the mountain but on its journey Stream had become River and River was not afraid.
“Water always finds a way” whispered Eagle from above and soon River was flowing steadily splashing itself against the rocks and walls of the mountain wearing them away, creating canyons with the passage of time and soon River ran swift and fast on its way once more. River was unstoppable. It flowed to distant lands and saw the world it never thought it would see just as Eagle had said. It traveled so far from home that one day it met Desert and could go no further. In its frustration River began to cry and its cries were heard by Raven who flew above. Raven came down to perch on a rock by River.
“River, you seem to despair. How can this be so?”
“I have seen so much,” River replied, “and I have come so far and I cannot go further. I am stuck here.”
Raven laughed. “River cannot be stuck. It is just not so.”
“How can I not be stuck, I have come to the edge of desert and the sun is hot and I cannot make my way across. I have reached the end of my travels and it fills me with despair because I have been so happy.”
Raven looked at river and crowed loudly, so loudly the sound of his caw echoed among the Canyons and Valleys River had created. It echoed all the way back up to Mountain and to Eagle who heard his sound.
“You are a very silly River.” Raven shook his head. “Water always finds a way” and with that remark Raven flew off over the desert, leaving River alone.
River remained at the edge of Desert for many days. It could not go forward, but it could not go back. One day, just as River was about to give up, Eagle returned with Raven in tow.
“Raven tells me you cannot go further, that you cannot get across the Desert. You are not wrong in this. Desert is a place you cannot go. Even Rivers cannot cross the great Desert.”
River felt once more the keen pain of despair. “How can water always find a way if the way is blocked?” he asked Eagle.
“The way is only blocked for River” replied Eagle “just as the path down the mountain was blocked for Stream. You must continue to change in order to move forward.”
With those words River knew what it had to do. It gave in to the Desert and the heat of the sun and by doing so it rose into the air. By changing its nature it became Rain and was carried by the clouds over the Desert where it met Mountain once more. When the time was right Rain fell into a new Stream and helped carry it down the Mountain. Water always finds a way.
We can learn a lot from Water. What we see on the surface does not adequately represent what is happening underneath. Rivers run shallow, Rivers run deep. They carve slow paths through mountain canyons slowly wearing down the earth with time and patience. Water transmogrifies. It is invisible but always present. 60% of the human adult body is made of water and water always finds a way.