A calmness seeps through charred trees, and I am reminded of the Japanese word shibui which recalls “the beauty revealed by the passage of time.” Nothing lasts. Nothing is perfect.
Joseph is always telling me that we are all connected. “What comes around, goes around,” he says, explaining how the medicine wheel works. Sometimes listening to him gets my head spinning in circles, but that is how it is when you are learning new ways of thinking and new ways of being.
An exploration of mind: how our thoughts create our reality and how we can use this time to gain awareness of their negative tendencies and come out of self-generated suffering.
Playing with Paul I felt the joy and sadness, the richness and spontaneity, and the tragic poignancy of childhood. A childhood that each year, bit by bit, slips away beyond memory and is gone.
Many are questioning their true calling during this “time-out,” as they experience that being overly attached to roles and activities does not lead to true joy.
People walked everywhere in water. We arrived at our destination, a small village where people lived in total inactivity caused by the flood waters. As the guest of honour I was offered a chair and invited to sit with my feet literally under 30 cm of water.
