Late last night I walked outside, as is my norm, a final abiding with the earth before retiring. I was greeted with the rich aroma of our ancient river. It smelled ripe and full of earth, and plants decaying back to soil, and wild things, rocks and fish, and shelled creatures. It smelled alive, abundant, primal as it carried, baptized in itself, all the elements of life and flourishing. It was its spiritual self, the aroma of what makes water such a part of Holy Scripture, the worthiness of it to surround us in Holy Baptism. It was flowing from the first four rivers which flowed from Eden which flowed from God, which flowed to me…last night. I turned and invited my lover out to be with us, the river, me, her, and the scent of God, The Almighty River Maker.
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