“The sun shines not on us but in us. The Rivers flow not past, but through us.” – John Muir
As the river bends, may you turn gently, washing over rocks, flowing with ease.
As the trees sway to the wind without breaking, may you bend, dancing in the breeze.
Standing knee deep in the river of life, finding joy in ordinary days.
Witness and participate.
Enter the song, the poem, the dance of grace, beauty and light.
The winding river flowing to the sea.
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” – Albert Camus