Feb 03, 2009
the river teaches me to trust. i was cautious entering its banks yesterday, but today i came in more relaxed. and played longer. and felt it was ok.
i made a sandball out of wet sand near the bank today. i took time to pack it together, and effort in making it solid by placing it in hot, dry, white sand away from the edge. i tested it by throwing it up in the air and catching it in the palm of my hands. then i walked in knee deep, and cradled in my palms, lowered my arms until it met and descended below the water. immediately it began to dissolve and fall through the spaces between my fingers. a joy to watch; to know, that there are things which can undo all ideas, all effort, all sense of ownership.
i asked what the water represented and the sand and the current and the hands. and i felt they were the teacher and the ego and grace and the mind.