In touch, sensing the flow. The river rises and falls, encroaches and recedes. Sounds from bubbling to roaring challenge you to sense the past and compare it to the present. The rhythm of the river provides an opportunity to find a sense of balance. It doesn’t just happen though. One must stop and truly look and listen. Afternoon winds ripping up river, large boulders crashing below the surface during high water. Little vignettes of backwaters, riffles and seams give clues of the depths, the structure beneath. You are either at one with it or you lose out. An intricate life force that draws you to slow down and see. A chapel, a church, a confessional before you. God’s meeting place…admission is free. No memorizations, tithings or pressures.