Reflections at the creek.

This has become a favorite resting place on my walks, and today I needed the calming sound of water flowing, if only for a few minutes. Again, Wendell Berry speaks for me: 

“Like the water

of a deep stream,

love is always too much.

We did not make it.

Though we drink till we burst,

we cannot have it all,

or want it all.

In its abundance

it survives our thirst.”