Black Rock Sanctuary in Phoenixville, PA
Yesterday morning, before I met with a new therapist, I had gone out for a walk in in a continued effort to process and work through my issues and challenges. The place where I took a walk was on the banks of the Schuylkill river (which winds it’s way through the city of Philadelphia, then into the Delaware River and then on into the Atlantic ocean). I always thought “Schuylkill” was an Indian word – A Lenapi Indian word from before the arrival of Europeans. Interestingly, though, this is actually a Dutch word meaning “hidden river.”
As I walked along the bank, one of my favorite poems came to mind.
Emily Dickenson (1890), “Have You Got A Brook”
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there
And yet your little drought of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later on, in August it may be,
Whilst the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
“Hidden River”…”Brook Of Life”…I would think this sounds familiar to all of us.
As always, I wish you peace.