Living Waters
It was cold here again this week. After a few days of warmth and sun, snow covered the morning ground, ice hung again from the branches. Still, crocuses are punching up through the heavy leaf litter right through the last of the snow. I am excited for Spring, the end of slushy snow and mud season so I can head out into the mountains again and especially so that I can go swimming in the holy lakes and rivers of New England. Swimming in lakes and streams has long felt like a spiritual experience to me. The sensuality of the waters flowing over my body, the lightness in the floating, the playfulness in the tumbling and diving, takes me out of my small sense of sense into the feeling of oneness with the aliveness all around. I can recall the first time I experienced this as a child swimming at Walden Pond. We would often go there in summer my parents and grandparents and me for a Saturday at the beach. I loved being...