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 the ever circling mind, constantly räsonierenden awareness of the changing problem to "Off", draw from my remain vigilant guardian 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 every one 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 and down grunt softly to it. The ticks and ants also behave respectfully and keep some distance.
The spring is particularly sunny in the late morning unrestricted wonderful, you can without thinking completely over to her and blind surrender. With whom could probably do something else? (more ...)
