It seems that there is a stream of limitless meaning flowing into our lives if we can but patiently entrust ourselves to it. There is no hurry, only the need to be true to what comes to mind, and to explore the current carefully in which one presently moves. There is a constant fluency of meaning in the instant in which we live. One may learn of it from rivers in the constancy of their utterance, if one listens and is still.

~ Henry Bugbee