The Soul Stream

There once was a town high in the Alps that straddled the banks of a beautiful stream. The stream was fed by springs that were old as the earth and deep as the sea. 

The water was clear like crystal. Children laughed and played beside it; swans and geese swam on it. You could see the rocks and the sand and the rainbow trout that swarmed at the bottom of the stream. 

High in the hills, far beyond anyone’s sight, lived an old man who served as Keeper of the Springs. He had been…