Minnows are sufficient unto themselves. They do not become great fish. For our soul's health, we depend on the quick flash and scatter of minnows along edges requiring bare toes and trust.
We all have many natures living in one body. My wordiness speaks to the painter who answers antiphonally. Wanting to give these two natures time to hunker down together and to respond more immediately to a common source, I used a week's fellowship at Mary Anderson Center to let them share some time. They began to do so with interest and humor.
We need more marshes. We need edges where differing realities lap into each other. Along those edges live minnows and minnows are one test of a happy world. Ask any Great Blue Heron.
LMT June 2001