LIKE A DEER THAT YEARNS FOR RUNNING STREAMS

life is too short.

and we, mere mortals never want to be short-changed or short-circuited in the life we live. we wanted to savor life at its fullest. but our fullest is not perfection itself.

and so we search through thickets and undergrowth for the path that leads to living waters. then, we discover that our path is a constant cycle of emptying and filling, of dying and rising, of accepting and letting go in this waterhole of life. in a forest of being, symbiosis is the key, the essence of relationships. challenging, inconvenient, messy, struggling, frustrating experiences litter the way to growth. yet, it is venturing into the immense depths within ourselves where we see more clearly, learn to be less controlling, long more deeply, and touch life with greater reverence and gratitude.

as thomas merton writes: "a door opens in the center of our being and we seem to fall through it into immense depths which, although they are infinite, are all acessible to us; all eternity seems to have become ours in this one placid and breathless contact".

then eternity beckons us.

like a deer that yearns for running streams.