|A shirt from the San Bernardino Renaissance Faire on a guy from SoCal |
skipping stones in Holden Creek in the Washington wilderness.
I was hunting through old pics this morning and found this one. This was a good day. That June day we worked at skipping stones and basking in the beauty of creation in Holden Valley. Listen to the paradigms splash as you read the shirt and think about this stream running year in and year out disturbed by the occasional splish and plop of a skipping stone.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? Psalm 8.4
Everything in this picture is precious and connected deeply to my heart and who I am. This morning I feel like the skipping stone.