On Surrendering to Rivers

Notes on surrender and floating in the river.

The coolness of the water tugs at the tension throughout my body as I float suspended, struggling to let go, core curled around the illusion of control that muscle activation grants me. My friend’s hand is on the back of my neck, keeping me from drifting into the current, a tether of trust meant to allow me a moment of calm. The canopy above my head is …