We were porting our 

canoe between two rivers, 

crossing the watershed 

that divides them.

It was a good, thorough

day and camping under 

the stars, we went to bed early.

That night, I dreamt that

years after we’re gone, the 

divide will disappear.

In time, it will become 

one waterway. And no 

one will know of our 

efforts to cross the  divide.

When I woke, this felt

inevitable and holy. 

As we broke camp, I

struggled, feeling sad

that we will disappear.

While paddling that day 

on the upper river, you 

broke the silence, as if 

you read my mind, to 

say, “It’s all we can hope 

for, really, to carry what 

matters across the divide, 

over and over, until the 

divide disappears.”

~Mark Nepo

simple pleasures for us…

inquiry for today~ just give all the kindness you can….

finding ways to be here….

Anchor the eternity of love in your own soul

and embed this planet with its goodness.

~John Lewis