Many Rivers to Cross

I’ve been pushing myself so hard lately to do well in my classes and in my contract position. And I’m once again by myself back home, while my wife is still in India taking care of her grandmother. I’ve been feeling so lost, so isolated. “Wandering, I am lost…” This deeply moving song by Jimmy Cliff has been a staple in my “Getting Through” playlist, which I first put together during my very tough internship year. I used this song with a cancer patient who had had many ups and down and whose diagnosis was uncertain. This song really spoke to her, and to me, and seemed to create a shared space between us where we could be together, experiencing the pain and the joy of life. God knows I’ve been through a lot, but not what she has. I wonder where she is today, if she made it. My whole life I’ve felt as if I have many rivers to cross, and today is no exception, even though I am the happiest I’ve ever been and I have so much to be thankful for. Somehow, though, it seems there’s never time and space to rest. Always… one more river to cross. And so it goes…