I love rock and roll.  I used to sing lullabyes to my babies with slow rock and roll.  The word “baby” is used a lot.  I was a head-banger, I have to admit, loving the hard guitar riffs and pounding drum beats.  I’d transcribe the music and recognize the elegant simple lyrics that still inspire me.  These days I appreciate the movement, the upbeat and the resiliency of the fast-moving music.

Right here and now I claim the rock and rolling of the river on rocks–bursting with energy, constantly bubbling and rushing without any hesitation over the boulders, pounding them to tiny round pebbles.  Life just does that, and arguing with the flow just doesn’t work.

I throw myself on the sometimes rapidly moving Path of Heaven, wrapped in the safety of my Divine Friend.