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 of soul and body, cant switch of constantly circling mind, constantly rational-critical debate awareness, changing problem , "Off", draw from my remain vigilant guardian and begin to diffuse into the environment: Am now only small particles, which aerates the wind, shook out, swirled, light and weightless; the spring sun warms each one of them, until they shimmer in the air.
The dogs already know that: you join: enjoy, embed themselves silently on a rock or slip on the back the flowery meadow down and grunting softly to. The ticks and ants behave likewise respectful and keep some distance.
The spring sun is especially in the late morning unrestricted wonderful, you can without thinking completely answer her and blindly indulge. With whom could be something probably still do? (More ...)
