In a creek, sharp-edged rocks become smooth stones.
It takes many years.
But it happens.
“I am here,” says the creek. “Estoy aquí.”
And it is always there.
It seems to be powerless to transform the world around it.
But it is.
And it does.
As a teacher and a writer, I am a creek.
Here are some sayings from creek-side today.
- some stories break the little monk’s heart and scatter it all over the ground; some stories mend the little monk’s heart and put it back together again
- sometimes the little monk hears with his eyes, sometimes he sees with his ears, but at all times he looks and listens with his heart
- the little monk knows his heart is the size of his fist, but a blue whale’s heart is the size of a Volkswagen
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