Now that I'm at rest at St Peter's Abbey in rural SK (after bone-rattling road trips to get here) I have the quiet hour of a Sunday evening between Vespers and Vigils...and how restful to be with you beside the creek (and the sheltering willow) even while water bottles swirl out of sight (if you look up). I look forward to where this creek is going next and whether it's taking you with it.
"to hear water join with water while standing on a sidewalk is medicine..."
Thanks for the medicine.
And thank you for reading, Ronna.
Now that I'm at rest at St Peter's Abbey in rural SK (after bone-rattling road trips to get here) I have the quiet hour of a Sunday evening between Vespers and Vigils...and how restful to be with you beside the creek (and the sheltering willow) even while water bottles swirl out of sight (if you look up). I look forward to where this creek is going next and whether it's taking you with it.
Thank you, Myrna! That creek has me in its current. Next instalment coming along soon.