How can the many gifts be described that flow from Almine, the greatest that she is here with us?
I thought I was going round and round in an eddy with the dross gathered up by the water.
Now I feel the stream flowing through me.
I am the mountain creek flowing among the giant redwoods and cedars, over glistening colorful rocks, trout darting in and out of shadows. Deer walking silently on moss covered earth over unseen trails.
I am the slow moving river, the meadow of grass dancing in waves of laughter as the wind caresses. The trees drawing nourishment from me as I listen to their joy as they speak to one another of new bird nests, of squirrels racing over their limbs playing tag, of the wind, rain and sunlight. The joy of being.
I am thrilled and inspired by other rivers as we join and flow into the ocean, exploring new depths.
How can I touch one spot of the water and say I am that, when the water continually flows without beginning or end. Memories as a mist drifting off into nightfall.