A Thought for Sunday, May 11, 2014

"There is a river that runs through our soul. It begins as a gleam in one's eye, a drop of rain, a bubbling spring of hope. It pours across the earth as adolescent streams of whimsy, growing and enlarging, reaching out to soil, root, rock, leaf -- reaching out for friends, companionship, trust. Broadening its play, it molds and moves onward blindly in search of the Divine. Over waterfalls, into pools, rushing, pausing, reflecting, ceaselessly dancing with life..." -- Christopher Forrest McDowell and Tricia Clark-McDowell in The Sanctuary Garden: Creating a Place of Refuge in Your Yard or Garden