Terre at the waterfall
We found a waterfall that had previously been hidden and made accessible. It was finding heaven. Our cups ran over. It was everything.
Moments are precious and fleeting, but also eternal. Feel them. We later chanted Adi Shakti under the shade of a vast chestnut tree in front of a sacred mountain on a threshing floor.
When I returned home yesterday, I unpacked and went into the living room and N was watching Easy Rider, because Peter Fonda had recently passed away, and at the moment I walked in, it was the point in which the men were swimming in the lake to the sound of the sitar film score, tuned to the same key as Adi Shakti. It was yin/ yang. Wild men reflecting my thoughts of us women; mirroring my ponderings about how often the universe reflects back to us our vibration and feeling.