Winter 2013/14

33.

And here it comes...

...another wow. Followed by so many yes's. Feeling of loss gives a way to the feeling of openness. I am stepping into the 'big' again. Every single drop of the past fades... I look at the river flow... I do not know what is on the other side. All I know- I have to step in. In the end of the day- it is a water- cannot be that scary to me- the crab, hehe.

I channel the biggest Gratitude- for all we had together. For those big things we processed. For what we gained, for what we learned, for what we laughed. For what we managed to shape into the gravity of present and the reality of dreamed. With that I shall proceed. On my own... To disgorger into the green...?

I accepted it all. Now I can exchange this loss. Into the focus that I crucially need. I am grateful for the death. And a birth of a new to follow...

Ground is slightly tremors under my feet. For me to get use to the feeling of walking the clouds, so I guess...

 

Elevating once again... mmmmm...

 

'Looking for the meaning of this and finding the Universe smiling at me with that vibration of indescribable detail of beauty, shining through the fog pleading for that lost symbiotic relationship...'

Sergei Rachmaninoff fells like perfect companion for transcending this realm of existence into the plane that is my subconscious... All things comes to an end. That is one of the rules here on Earth.


Suddenly- the river stops- and people on the other side appears next to you...

What was that, my dear Madam??

by Brigita Stasun