Stories Flowing Downstream: The Healing Power of Groups

Every late-August, I find myself looking at my list of summer didn’t-dos. It’s usually with a twinge of grief, self-judgment and resignation: well, there’s always next summer. 

But like many of us, I’m also trying hard to look at the side opposite all those didn’t-get-to-dos and don’t-haves. You know: taking a breath and acknowledging the beauty and bounty that’s found in the day-to-day and the moment-to-moment.

This summer, a particularly beautiful scene became a metaphor for how life’s bounty (whatever it may be) flows to us.