I close my eyes and let myself fall into the lap of mother nature and abundant sun and wind my wounds, my tweaking and zwacken the soul and the body, cant switch the constantly circling mind, constantly räsonierenden awareness of the changing problem , "Off", draw from my ever-watchful guard and begin to diffuse into the environment: Am now only small particles which aired the wind, shook out, swirled, light and weightless; the spring sun warms each of them, until they shimmer in the air.
The dogs already know that: you join: enjoy, beds noiselessly on a stone or slip on the back of the flower meadow down and grunt softly to it. The ticks and ants also behave respectfully and keep some distance.
The spring sun is particularly late in the morning fully wonderful, you can be completely without thinking about her answer and blind surrender. With whom could probably do something else?
After some time I feel that I can put it together again, because all particles shine. I feel there a hot spot where the sun's rays something specially machined. I concentrate a bit, my waking consciousness has again to take pleasure and finds himself at his or her usual place.
Disappear from the scene, can not be reached, cut off, immerse, submerge, be gone, no earpiece and a chip under the skin, what luxury and veritable privilege!
Especially the morning draws dreams of the night on the right track and bring it gently to light when they were important, all thoughts and inspirations form with extraordinary ease.
But the morning we usually robbed and clamped in a rigid rhythm of the day! And the refuges are becoming less: Where you have not yet successfully expelled the spirit and you simply just need to connect and drop to again be able to stand up well and it never needs a reason.
You will probably need to decide: For those retreats and retreat moments or the security-providing support corset undoubtedly a "parent" daily routine.
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