Water reflecting,dancing, flying

Water seems to dominate

our world up in the great north.

We sit on the beach looking at

all this liquid space. Often our retreats begin on the beach.

Sometimes the lake roars;

sometimes it reflects light.

Sometimes we paddle on it;

rarely we swim in it.

Or we go to the inland lakes to paddle or hike. This is Daniels Lake in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. Light there reflects off the water onto tree trunks and rocks, which the native peoples called "dancing spirits."

At WindCradle, from the deck, the living room or the dining room we see the light of the lake dancing, reflecting.

And sometimes it seems that some

of the light gets caught on a bird's

wings as with this Indigo Bunting.

All this light, reflected, dancing, winged...speaks to me of God.