What if you were right

What if you were right? 

What if you were good and always have been? 

What if all you did was the best you could? 

What if every feeling you felt was precious and there for a reason?

What if you were right all these years you thought you were wrong? 

What if you believed in your own goodness and spread it in the world? 

What if your existence was deeply needed by the earth and the heavens? 

What if you were perfectly right as you are in this present moment?

Loved. Needed. Precious. Beautiful. Evolving. Transforming. Alive.

Precious 

 In the presence of light

 Softness

 Happy to meet you

 Lying in the grass

 Sometimes blurred is better than sharp

In meadow paradise

Down by the creek

In the forest there´s a tiny little creek running through. Once upon a time - thousands of years ago - this creek must have been a mighty river, which formed the valley. Following the tiny waterstream I can only imagine the sound of rushing water back in those days.

Today it´s running peacefully and steady. In springtime, yellow March marigolds are blooming all over the place.  It´s a little world of it´s own, partly covered in a thicket of blackberry bushes and ferns, dead branches and fresh green leaves. Here and there, a deer´s path is crossing the stream.

I love going down where the water flows. Since my childhood - and long before that - the creek has always been there. This place takes me back in time, way before our modern times. Going there is like connecting the present moment with ancient times. A place to transcend time. I imagine how wild these waters must have been then, how powerful and free. The wildness still lives below the surface of time, earth, skin.