Zoony has campaigned to get us this new facility so, in case he feels all alone out here:
IN MEMORY OF THOSE GONE BEFORE
I'd picked an armful of beautiful blooms to take home and put in a vase. As I was crossing the bridge over the stream, one of them - with a lovely, full-blown blossom - suddenly slipped from the bunch and fell into the water below. I watched it go irretrievably, and mourned its loss, for I thought it the finest of the bunch.
As I stood there helpless, however, I noticed how graciously it bore its passage downstream, how it was buoyed up in the water and offered no resistance to the current. I recalled how the stream met the river, further on, which in its turn led to the sea and the whole wide world beyond. My lovely rose, gone from me, would be part of a greater reality and re-absorbed into the Cycle of Life from which we all spring.
Life renews itself constantly. An apparent end can be an actual re-birth.