Most of us take water for granted: we turn on a tap and there it is. Do you know where your water comes from? Have you ever visited the source of your water? For many, water has no "soul," no history, no sense of rootedness in place. When we suddenly touch and taste water that came from somewhere, it has a special sweetness. I will never forget drinking from my first stream, a tiny one that fed the Loch Raven Reservoir near my childhood home in Maryland. Before that, water had always come from the faucet, boring and dead. Now here was this living water, surrounded by small green plants, just off the path where I had been thirstily walking on a hot summer day. That stream water was completely delicious: cool, with an earthly mineral tang, alive and exciting. It had soul for me.