The banks of a little stream

TODAY I came to the banks of a little stream, a place I like to go for repose and reflection. And to hear the song of flowing water. As I arrived, I came upon a woman bundled up in a big parka, and with her a small boy in an equally fluffy parka. On his back was a good sized

THE WAY OF A STREAM

THE WAY OF A STREAM is the way of all that is good and free and wild. It is the way of shadows and light, of music and of gentle harmonies, and the fragrant breath of the living earth. To come to the bank of a stream is to come as a sort of pilgrim, seeking the sacred essence of