Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  The Flow of Love A relationship is a wellspring, an upwelling of attraction and heartfelt sharing, an outpouring of pure love. For some it will flow unencumbered like a river, the river of life. That is not to say that the stream is free of rocks and rapids, sandbars and shallows. Careful navigation, though, will prevail if attention is paid, each to the other, so both can go with the flow. The river exists as life’s learning, and the navigators will ultimately arrive together at the river mouth, and gain i mmersion in the vastness of the sea of love.   

  Answers to yesterday’s riddle:   What “walks” on its back?  A baby kicking its legs. Then on all-fours?  The baby crawling. Then on just two?  Now a child. Then on three? Much older, walking with a cane. Or maybe four? Walking with two canes. Then, as some say, sprouts wings? At the end, flies like an angel.  

  A Riddle (For the answer see tomorrow’s blog) What “walks” on its back? Then on all-fours? Then on just two? Then on three? Or, maybe, four? Then, as some say, sprouts wings?