Thank you Bridget. It’s the end of my writing day. Your story about the water and the way of the Tao lulled me toward sleep. It reminded me the the tiny lapping waves, of Long Island Sound, the the Hershoff Cat boat with its one sail. The peace of the gentle lapping water against the hull of my uncle’s boat while sailing it alone. A beautiful and enlightening story. You weave your words well. Namaste.