There is a magic spot...
...here at the Bridge-House. It is located outside and it includes two white strangely shaped but utterly comfortable lounge chairs. I discovered the value of this spot on a day my body just wanted to rest and sleep. What at first seems like a holiday relax hang out location turns into a magic healing space at the precious hour between day and night. Half an hour before dusk the air starts to have a glittery taste. My lungs savour the sweetness of that air and the space in my chest gets bigger. My skin drinks the last golden rays of sunlight. I gaze up into the sky observing the clouds slowly hovering above me. I listen to the flow of the waterfall, the birds, the little insects. I am surrounded by luscious green.
It seems as if the whole universe had orchestrated this precise moment and had taken care of every little detail: The bats crossing the sky, the fireflies, a little cold breeze, and the stars slowly becoming visible. During this 'Crack between the worlds' I inwardly experience time stopping and everything becomes very wide. The moment becomes endless. It is as if the scenery of this very moment in time and space gives me a tiny push to get a little closer to reality and sense the lusciousness of life pulsating through my veins. I see myself in front of this bigness called life and I am in total awe. I need to hold my breath for a moment because it is hard to believe that I am actually a total part of it.
I really perceive something shifting. I try to be there at the magic spot at that hour as often as I can. Sometimes a woman comes and sits next to me. I love how subtle the space is. And fierce at the same time. No empty words can be spoken. They would just brittle away into nothingness. Sitting here at that exact time is as if one signs this sacred contract where nothing else than inner truth can be spoken.
I am touched by the love happening with the women next to me. One woman would speak and uncover layer after layer to get to this precious place inside of a very subtle love. Tears are running down my face witnessing this slow graceful burn into reality. I am grateful she is taking me on this journey. It is as if am experiencing it with her at the same time and that experience is happening inside of me in my heart as she speaks. Another women takes me on a discovery ride towards the preciousness of being alive. I get to witness her falling in love with what is right now and she takes me by her hand.
Every time I come here something totally different takes place. Right now I am sitting here to finish this little love letter while I get to experience this multidimensional moment. I love this life. I love being alive. I love the birds, the frogs, the water, the air, the sun, the stars, the sky, the clouds. I love the women here in Bridge-House. I still cannot believe I have embarked on this journey. Thank you sisters. Thank you life. Thank you Gaia.