Twice a day, there’s a silent struggle at the mouth of the Cape Fear river as the incoming tide meets the outflowing river. The tide sometimes pushes the river all the way back to Wilmington, 15 miles upstream. In an hour or two, the tide drops and the Cape Fear resumes its course.
Visited Ft. Fisher on the Cape Fear at sunset at low tide. Everything was quiet, peaceful for the moment…but in just a few hours, another battle would ensue. Reminiscent of the unending seasons of struggle we all face. We are tied to the rhythms of creation more than we know, a bond that’s fast becoming lost in the mad rush of life.
Think turning off my phone for a few days and watching the winter stars come up would be a good idea.
My little corner of the world 