After a somewhat cathartic epiphany I discovered this enchanting little hideaway. Next to a river, hidden in the woods I camp, while the wide riverbed is my personal playground. I bathe, sit, read, contemplate and meditate. I marvel at… funky red-winged grasshoppers only to discover their cool cousins, the blue wings. Sipping tea and cracking delicious hazelnuts, skipping stones and building cairns ever increasing in size. The only people I see these days are tourists passing on the river in their colourful kayaks, braving a particularly docile stretch of river and providing me with reliable entertainment. In the evening I sit by my fire and at night, just before bed, I flirt with the stars. Time passes much too quickly as it seemingly always does when we live life full of joy and wonder.
Finally after almost 7 weeks I’ve started to see, to really see but only because I let myself. For only when the mist and clouds of our minds disperse, only then we are truly free to see the beauty that’s been in front of us the whole time.