By Lilly (watcher of ripples, collector of floating things)
You humans feed each other.
But in Thailand, you feed the river too.
I’ve seen it many times: A handful of rice. A banana leaf bowl.
Incense lit, then placed near water.
And no one rushes. No one explains. They just bow — sometimes in silence, sometimes with a prayer.
It’s not always about belief. Sometimes it’s about balance. About remembering that we take from the river,
so sometimes, we give back.
Even I — a cat with no need for ritual — find it beautiful. Because the river doesn’t demand.
It just receives.
With every crumb, every flower, every small release — I see humans saying: “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I remember.”
And the river, in its slow steady way, says nothing back.
But it holds it all.