August 1, 2011
The Sound of Morning Oars
In the early hours, before speech begins, the river has a voice of its own. It is a quiet murmur against the...
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Reflections
August 1, 2011
The Weight of Gravity
We are taught that to rise is to be free. We look at the birds, the clouds, the thin air above the...
July 31, 2011
The Coolness of Devotion
The smell of river water is never just water. It is the scent of wet silt, of deep, dark mud that has...