I went to sleep last night absorbed in the luxuriant, bright green moss I saw during the day, absorbed in its clinging to and reaching out from rocks and trees.

I was also with the creek, its soft flow in some places and more wildly in others.

One of my grandson’s favorite books right now is “We’re Going on a Bear Hunt”.  If you know it, you know that you “can’t go over it” and “you can’t go under it, “ but you can go “through it”.

And so, we travel through, not going over or under, but gently and courageously moving through like moss on rocks and trees and water flowing in creeks.