A new turn of events has crashed my world like a thunder bolt in a cloudless sky. It has tied my present to a nearly-forgotten past of 40 years back. It helps me see myself like a river with its upper watershed flowing down toward the sea; the same river, an entity with a beginning and an end, but with a flowing, changing character. I can look back in space-time to my upper watershed and better understand the nature of the river.
I wonder whether I can practice watershed management and clear up some of the silt load of the river?