Life is a chorus that grows from a quiet spring to a singing brook; a swift river whose tenor speaks of rocks and hidden crevices; it gains in volume and might as it flows to the sea. Do you rumble? Do you roar? Do you mimic the babbling of a small stream? Flow swiftly and dangerously over a path strewn with rocks and debris? Shoot powerfully through carved canyons? Do you spread your shoulders wide and rest your heart in calm reflection? You are a mighty river.
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.