A bountiful rain fell across the valley saturating the landscape and swelling the Willamette river. The weather passed and the sun came and went through the clouds drifting at the the tail of the storm. I wandered along the shores of the receding river to explore what was left behind in its wake. I sat on the bank listening to the water ripple over the rocks in the crisp morning air. I looked down and saw glimmers of gold reflecting in the sunlight on an old tarnished chalice sitting on a mound of colorful jewels. It was a magical goblet spilling forth the mystery and beauty of nature.