LIFE STREAM

You are my lover, my longing,
my flowing stream,

my sun,
and I am your reflection.

Mechtild of Magdeburg

 

The stream was cold and brisk.  Yet, with its shallowness I had no qualms about stepping onto the rocky bottom of the moving water.  The stream was nestled in a broad, flat area offering an apt transition from shoe soled to unshod feet.

As I stood within the movement, I felt a kinship with the larger stones and boulders.  The stream simultaneously caressed and moved freely around the rocks....