Mystery of Waters: Whispers From the Sea
As a child,
I’d sit by a creek near a friend’s cabin, hypnotized by the icy trickle over smooth stones.
It was a sound that stitched itself into my bones,
a melody I carried through decades of life. Later, as an adult, I found myself drawn back to water again and again—
Thirty summers
spent camping by a remote lake in the mountains, its surface a mirror for the sky, its depths a cradle for my restless spirit.
