I live very happily on a river, not a wild one of the sort MacIver likes to travel, but a river all the same. In his June 22nd posting in A Pause for Beauty from the Heron Dance Art Sudio, a favorite link of mine, http://www.herondance.org/, Roderick MacIver published a poem, "Why I Love Rivers." In it he provided a suggestion, one I'd never considered, for why we love rivers.
They are alive
They feel alive
They carry you along, through their world
They sustain life.
He ovserves that the "peace of the river enter his heart" when he is traveling down a river and camping by it.
Maybe the water in us
Connects with its wild cousin, the river.
Since I began living in my current location on the East River, I've said, "The river provides a circle of quiet." I relish, savor and prize this quiet; it is a fitting counterbalance to the noise of a city.
The Super Moon we've been observing for the last few days casts a mysterious and beautiful light on the river and its surround. Its illumination suggests the depths that hide in the dark and presents another facet of the river's quiet.
The beauty of the river and the notion that 'the water in me connects with its cousin' is elemental truth. My response? Wonder and awe.