...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.
There is a magic spot...
There is a magic spot...
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.