Down the Stream

Our life and our passion is a journey down that stream. There is no goal; we obtain and/or create all that we can accomplish before we die. At times we are rushing over the waterfall; such exhilaration, completely alive (and glad to be). Then we are porting the dry areas with all of our gear in our pack and our canoe on our shoulders; trudging over the rocks, sweat pouring, back aching, not enough food, water or rest. Then we are the beavers, building dams to stem the flow and creating pools of stillness, abundance and beauty. Where we may rest, grow and ponder until we again become restless and break the dams to enjoy the rush of once again riding the rapids.