A Rose By Another Name

There is a place I like to go to near the East River Flats. Here I can sit alone with God, removed from the usual distractions of life. Sometimes I sit on a rock a short distance from the shore. Here I can watch the light of the sun play off of the waves, I can toss stones in the water and watch them splash in and sometimes I can see ducks swimming by. From here I can see the Washington Ave. Bridge and hear the distant sounds of the cars trickling across. A faint reminder of the human activity surrounding me.

At other times I can sit away from the river under a slab of stone. Here I can read in relative seclusion. This is perhaps the best place I know of for reading and thinking by myself. There is no other human influence on my thought and I can reflect on who God is, who I am and what my place is in this world.