Undercurrents

The moods of people are much like the unseen currents that lay under the seemingly still surface of a river. Sometimes those moods shift so rapidly you can see them like the river swollen after the rains or snow melts. Sometimes, those currents are subtle and hidden like the river when its frozen over. Those currents are always there, and they are always moving around us.

I have not been at the fire as much as I would like in the last hands. I was busy, but those of the First Wagons were in my thoughts. I return to find many currents moving around me that I do not quite understand. My friend Mayala seems to be the one most swept up in them. I worry for her, but I don't know how to tell her what I worry over. I just know something is not right. The currents seem to gather about her so strong. I fear that she will drown within their grasp.

That is the funny thing about currents. Sometimes we do have to fight their tug, but other times it is best to just go with their flow and see where it goes. The trick, the absolutely near impossible trick, is to figure out which time is which. Is it time to fight, or is it time to calmly float on by? I am still learning how to tell the difference myself.