Not far from the beginning of the world at Bdote and the confluence of the Mississippi and Minnesota, I found my first clear view of the river and its banks.
With the emergence of leaves on previously barren trees and the new blanket of groundcover full of tiny white and purple flowers, I could no longer see the river from the path, I had to find the bridge. From the bridge I could see the water flowing toward and away from me, swirling and changing itself and its surroundings as it moved.
As we explore our May worship theme of legacy, letting go, and bridging in our individual and collective lives, we start by stopping to take in the view, noticing what is moving in and what is moving out, and choosing then what to carry and what to create, and what to let go.