a day of celebration of restoration, a day of walking a path of redemption as once again we make a Confluence Pilgrimage to the confluence of the rivers, Sandy and Columbia where back in 1805 when Lewis and Clark had visited they were unable to sleep due to the air filled with bird song… this lush habitation spot changed dramatically over the years with industrialization and the damming of the rivers…

with the undamming of the Sandy some 8 years ago and a confluence of so many, both collectively and individually, the Sandy River Delta, gateway to the stunningly beautiful Columbia River Gorge, is coming back to lush life…

as we wend our way down the gently curving path toward the confluence of the rivers, we sense we are being magnetically pulled to a sacred space of threshold, a portal into presence where past and future melt into present… we re-member… present moment, only moment… always being love… always becoming love… breathing in and breathing out…