Streams of Return

Reconnecting to the Child Within

The tiny stream wound through greenbrier, viburnum, and rhododendron. Its thin, sparkling flow spread wide and shallow until it met a sandstone-and-shale shelf. There, a miniature falls dropped into a bathtub-sized pool. A muscular sycamore leaned over the water, casting cool shade across the surface. And through the shifting ripples, I could see—fish.