///// Ashton Gustafson /////
This is it.
This is as good as it gets.
There is Something happening here, now, and among us.
It’s a River with no beginning and no end. An endless Stream of Love
flowing over a Riverbed of Mystery.
I’m not moving the River. It’s held, banked, supplied, and moved by Another.
But, I am invited to step in and participate.
There’s only so much of me and my form. But there is so much of me and
my formlessness. The River echoes this.
Who I am and who I always will be is whispered in the wind against my
skin as I move in flow with the River.