The Savannah River spoke to me as I walked its banks at night. Stark white and neon purple lights reflected across its surface, and it whispered, “I’ve been widened, deepened, and dirtied. Cargo ships ply through me. Tourists in paddlewheel boats churn atop me. Factories have dumped their pollution in me. I am ancient, older than those who use me. Once you are gone, I will remain. I will become whole again.”
Marie's Meanderings 
I love the voice of the river.
Thanks, Vickie. I mentioned to someone else who commented that this post was the result of a storytelling session I attended at a conference when I was in Savannah. They asked us to write about what spoke to us that week.
A sad voice but still beautiful at night.
It was a very peaceful night. I was surprised that this post is what came from it!
The damage that humans have caused to our planet, and to ourselves, is beyond belief.
Yes. I wish we could find more ways to live more in harmony with nature instead of blasting the heck outta it.
If only more people could hear the rivers and lakes speak, maybe we would value them more. Great photo and post!
Thank you! I was in Savannah for a conference. I took a storytelling session where they asked us to write about what spoke to us that week. This is what popped into my head.
Excellent voice and photo! We are such a misguided species.
I’ve started reading and enjoying your book. 😊
Sometimes I have hope for us as a species. Other times, it’s hard.
Oh, and thanks for picking up my book! Hope you enjoy the ride…
We need rivers. Rivers do not need us.
So true!
So true!
Such a lovely and powerful reflection, Marie. 💜
Many thanks, Carol. It’s amazing what you can hear when you take time to listen. But you know that already, I’m sure.
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