I am happy to introduce you to “Singing To The Mountain”. It is a 60-page collection of recent poems put into book form. I’m really not advertising or marketing the book, but you have been kind enough to read Shining Spirit periodically, so I thought you might like to know it exists. This is book number seven, and I’m not sure how many words I have remaining. Maybe we never run out of words, just the wisdom to curtail them, to know when to stop. I don’t say “thank you” often enough for your interest in Shining Spirit, but please know that I truly appreciate your sharing and your comments. Here is the final poem in the little book. It is titled “Living Water.”
Living Water, fall upon all things that
crave refreshment, upon people
who walk dusty roads in
search of drink, into
rivers that struggle
to move though
arid lands.
Touch the flower that wilts
in the scorching sun,
animals that pant
for moisture.
The Earth
that allows us to live,
temporary residents,
in this paradise of
possibility.
May I regard the water that washes
my clothes as valuable as the wine
that fills the crystal chalice.
May I wear life as beautifully
as the rose wears her
jeweled necklace.
Thank you again for your friendship in this sacred journey of life.
Shining Spirit 
How do we procure “Singing to the Mountains” which by the way is a much better title than “Shouting at the Hills.”