Spring has sprung, and around here, springs are gushing. Many of these rivulets begin at seasonal springs that form seasonal streams--rills--that dry up in April and don't start running again until mud season next March.
These dancing, energetic watery children grow into swift-flowing creeks, and run on into slower rivers. Streams around my home flow into Salmon Brook, which hasn't seen any salmon in a couple of hundred years.
Salmon can taste their home water and return there to spawn and die.
We too can taste the flavors of calm, of joy, of love, and of compassion.
When we begin to recognize these tastes we can sit down to meditate and head straight toward home.