Although I planned to tell a story to cormorants who came to the pond on the other side of the park--and I needed to get over there before they went home (they don't live here); I completely forgot about it when I began to sketch at the boulder at Carp Walk.
"There are carp there!" I could hear people comment, narrowing their eyes to see what the artist could be drawing. Maybe a few guessed the crow added interest. Few would've guessed it had been the ROCK I'd seen the dragonfly stop on, mallards rest under, sparrows scamper around, small animals hide from predators.
Lots of us go to a place called "church" for the togetherness it affords, or some want to shine in front of others, and some want a feeling of security or religion. How many of us go for the Rock Himself and lose ourselves in our longing for Him?
