The Pond is not a River
watching a wild pond flowing like a riverToday the pond is like a river rushing to the sea, but there is no sea and the pond is not a river. Still, the winds that move across its surface are a force that whips it into wildness, and makes it want to rise above its shores and go where ponds can’t go. And I know that wild desire to be more-- that mighty urge to go beyond the shore that holds me where I am. It rises in me every day and takes me with its power to som...