The
rush of spring filled Opal creek when I was visiting this week. The beat
of water against the rocks pounding out the heart of earth softened the edges
of my busy days, washing away the clutter of daily life, like the rocks drop by
drop it exposed the important stone.
Now as I walk the concrete path of the city the wild waters follow me, reminds
me, cushions my thoughts and my knees.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
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