And so it begins, again : another movement, a switchback for this life. My living ancestors laugh at the chaos created by decisions or other. The seem-to-be choices come with varying pulls like currents in clear water. Above floating and breathing, below is River and unseen buttresses of movement. Stress birthed from gazes meeting a quickly changing shore. Violence if branch is grabbed from rapids. Bleeding hands, water flows fast. Upturned, we gaze to the sky, changing less than shore of stones, trees, earth. Peace and softness, we say goodby through dignified pain to become beyond the bend without boat and paddle.