Photo by Justin Wall I remember the days serving at the Quiet Dogs Retreat Center up on the hill above Mother’s Bed. My mind would drift down to the water there on those dry, hot summer days, as I anxiously awaited a chance to steal away down the rattlesnake-laden trail to her cool, tranquil waters. The thought of Mother’s Bed still simultaneously excites and calms me. That summer I spent living and serving at the Mountain of Attention Sanctuary is riddled with memories of her water. Every chance I would get, I would sneak off to her again. From my room at Goat’s Wool Blanket, I would dash past the Pile of Poles retreat quarters, down the grassy hill, past the abandoned pool, and along the flower garden. After saying hello to the miniature horses, it was then just a short, flat walk to the road. Across the road, but still part of the sanctuary, lies Mother’s Bed. The path is hidden from view and just beyond a fence with a “Private Property: No Trespassing” sign. To the left...