Across the table from me is a dear friend I haven't seen in more than a year. She fires off her first question without hesitation, "so, what are you doing? Are you writing?" "Uh, no" is my reply. "Why not?" Two reasons, one is 6 years old, the other - the main reason I am not writing - is one. She nodded knowingly (mother of 3). But she wanted to know why I wasn't blogging...."the original blogger" she called me. I wrote a series of "blogs" a few years ago for publication on the website spirituality.com. Why indeed. So here I am a week later, starting a blog. I have just spent 5 weeks with my feet in cold mountain river water and am having trouble dragging them back to the dust of a hot, dry Texas summer. So I am taking the river with me in this blog--the river that carries my heart on its breast--sometimes drifting aimlessly, sometimes raging and swollen dragging everything along with it, and sometimes for what seems like only short seasons, running swiftly as if toward a goal. Perhaps these posts will serve as waymarks as I journey on this river of life.