jars of springwater

"Jars of springwater are not enough
anymore, 
Take us down to the river".... Rumi

Rumi was probably alluding to wider renewal or loftier goals, but the word springwater always takes me back to my mother and her stories of the springhouse - her growing-up refrigerator. And the few memories I have of Grandma Weaver's springhouse were of enveloping quiet, liquid, stone coolness. Another world.

On my trips to PA along Rt.15 there is a farm with a springhouse that I have been greeting, coming and going, for three decades of traveling. And there is a small rounded-arch stone bridge on the other side of the road. Those two echoes from the past, catch my attention every time and I smile and hug my heritage to my heart.