Standing on the Edge.
People around the world tend to flock to the shore line; and here, in Seattle, it is no different. There is something about sitting at the edge of a body of water that brings some calm to our lives. It is evidenced in music, poetry, and prose across time. There is a sense of liberation at its expanse, motivation at its rhythm, perspective at its quality, and restoration at its provision. But water is not always a source of rejuvenation. In volume, it can be intimidating and harmful. Are you sitting at the edge wondering how you will cross the expanse? How will you navigate the depths?