this weekend i was treated to a re-treat weekend on the metolius river by and with my beautiful daughter… divinely orchestrated, we traveled down valley on route 22, the number of grace, through clouds pouring forth waterfalls of life until we began ascending the cascades… we traveled as if we were going to a come as you are party with only the clothes on our back and an open attitude of organic presence in the emptiness of now…

we reach the headwaters of the metolius at wizard falls in the early afternoon and it’s amazing to see this river flowing from a hill and to join in the rhythm of the rushing waters lulled by the lapping of the current to coming home to this moment, this beautiful moment…

crossing the threshold of our cabin in the woods on the banks of the metolius and entering our home sweet home, we are met with messages to enjoy this moment and simplify… what a pleasure and joy to swim in this stream in this moment, in every moment, always arriving home…