I love to lay on the rocks and gaze at the creek or close my eyes and listen to it roar by. There's something cleansing about just being there, even if it's too cold to go swimming. The mist of it soaked me without getting in because I had chosen a spot so close to the thunder of it. The light and the water and the rocks dance together, easing grief and allowing peace to sink roots into my soul.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Live water heals memories. ~Annie Dillard
I love to lay on the rocks and gaze at the creek or close my eyes and listen to it roar by. There's something cleansing about just being there, even if it's too cold to go swimming. The mist of it soaked me without getting in because I had chosen a spot so close to the thunder of it. The light and the water and the rocks dance together, easing grief and allowing peace to sink roots into my soul.
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