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Meeting Point

eric mccarty
2 min readFeb 9, 2024

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Meeting Point — Headless Now — Lyrical Prose — Moca McCarty Photo

Meeting point:

there are names for these areas I have in mind, labels of science that offer a description, technical to the specific places place that they’re found. What I’m thinking of is the point of entrance from a stream or river to a larger body of water, a mouth if it’s flowing into the ocean, or estuary for when it’s a lake or pond. There are other terms as well for some of these localities, being dependent upon the conditions that are formed by the meeting of these waters.

each place is magical in its way.

I spend sometime everyday in such places, small areas where my local streams merge into my neighborhood ponds, observing the appearance of how one thing, water, creates itself anew as something larger than its previous version. For me, this becomes a meditation, with my thoughts following the stream on its journey, tumbling towards a meeting point where it eventual turns calm, settled into a larger existence as a pond. Everything plays a role here, vital to the landscape that they belong to, and even their merger creates a special environment that provides a home many plants and creatures.

these are magical places, obvious in the metaphor they provide,how everything belongs in sacred order without need of interference. There is a meeting point to all things, or at least the appearance of this being so, and that I am a product of…

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eric mccarty
eric mccarty

Written by eric mccarty

Writer, prose poetry, meditation teacher and lifetime student

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