Is the tree hanging on by its roots, struggling to keep from falling in the water, or is it leaning in toward the Source of Life, eager to be ever closer the water that sustains it?
Blessed are the people with whom we can let down our hair, who will walk with us in conversation or silence, who will take our hand and swing it cheerfully between us as we go.
Three penguins neatly in a row, but look carefully and you’ll find the one who is hiding behind a plant, probably pretending he is a secret agent. This penguin knows things the other three don’t.
How do you step out of line when then world seems a bit too regimented?
Sometimes it feels like we are flowing with the river, and sometimes it feels like life is moving so rapidly that we can only hold on with white knuckles as life tows us top speed in its bumpy wake.