I grew up not far from the Suwanee River in Florida. These days, the Sangamon is flowing with the same clear, dark, tea-colored water, stained with the decaying leaves of Fall. The dark, reflective surface of the river shines, reflecting the rapidly fading colors. The river is up again, slightly, after the recent rain, but will surely recede with little more rain […]

Well, at least where the water used to be. But when I look up and around while standing on the gravel river bottom out in the middle of the river, I truly feel a spiritual connection to the trees. And I feel sometimes like I could walk on water. And as I walk back up out of the river and […]