Imagine the most passionate wild sex you’ve ever had. Think about what it was like to really be taken by someone. The ebb and flow of moving in and out of each other. Arms and legs tangled in a mess of flesh make the discernment of a single individual almost impossible. Where you lose track of where you are in it all. Then moments of stillness wash over you, where that fire is leveled out to warm resting coals. Where you can catch your breath and really see your partner, as well as yourself in them. The only way to this place of peace and contentment was through that fire, that passion. It’s a place stripped of burden and judgment, a place where you are your most perfect self. It’s a raw unraveling of one’s self that is unprecedented and completely void of reluctance. This is what being part of the river is like.