January 31, 2021– “In 1945, being a child too young to go to school, I left my grandmother’s porch and, a short distance away, I found one of those little streams that would be my playground for the next few years. Here I formed my first friendship ”. Thus begins this writer’s meditation on the deep, and often overlooked joy of water and its essential place in life. As she observes, the aging process has a way of deepening our sensitivity to the eternal … “(4 readings)
To take actionTake a few minutes and think about your first memories of the water. Was it in a lake, stream, or river? Taking a bath? Playing with a sprinkler hose? A beach experience when a wave rolls across the wet sand on your bare feet? Do we take water and its protection too much for granted?