When the river stands still
When I do this I feel it intensely, like the river is in my own body. I feel Austria and I feel all the pent-up, misused and released energy being taken up and channeled along this sacred vessel, cleansing all.
Everything is in movement, except when it isn't.
I must admit, I feel happiest when things are moving. When it's aligned in me, it's my catalyzing, leader side. When it's distorted it's a need for things to evolve out of a sense that things could be decidedly better (whatever that means).
That's why I was a little disappointed to discover that the river was not moving (or at least imperceptibly slowly). I had looked forward to moving something.
It's a wonderful reflection and I'm grateful. It whispers to me to trust more in the stillness - that this is creative too.
Even the river has dropped a need to reach a goal today...
The bush in my garden blossoms memories.A fragrance full of childhood wonder - all colours expressed in one sniff.
Two weeks later it's over again. A memory of a memory.
I travel through a place which speaks of ancient magic - a time I somehow know.
The energy remains yet everything is different. I soak it in, and then I leave. When will I return?
It is a special feeling, both heavy and light which keeps me alive as opposed to just existing.
Grief and joy expressed through life's fragile nature.
The act of letting go, of not clinging, allows me to experience the full depth of what this flower, this river, these mountains are.
The moment I want to hold on, the flower disappears and simply becomes an object.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.