Wintertale of the Little Brook

Shortly after 7 am. the alarm went off: and up we were. She for the Tea and Me for that Garbage-thing down a the roadside. Hey, there are spots of light between the clouds. Perhaps we can catch a glimpse of Sunrise, colours, rays&beams, the snowworld still being there...So, I had early Oaktree-exercise and then: “en route!”. Not in a hurry, carefully, don’t like to slip&stumble..on the frozen roads.

A marvellous early morning walk down through the forest alongside the snow-covered Brook. You may call that almost a ritual...so be it. But just walk&breathe In&Out, feel your spine Up&Down. Balance your steps slowly in the virgin snow. And look around you, mindful and listen to the soft murmuring of the Brook. And then, by chance you can see it happening.

The sun rises between the trees at the other side of the Weser river-valley. the light is slightly intensifying. On the high treetops around the Brook the snow starts to melt. It begins to drip: Aurora washes her sleepy eyes. Falling drops touching the lightening surface of the stream, drawing little widening circle waves into the moving of the waters downstream.

There you can find me absorbed in silent wonder, listening to this unspeakable colourful Wintertale of the Little Brook. It tells the mystical In-Between of the relation Sky&Earth. In all its changing and reflective clarity this Tale is murmered in Tears&Laughter about the Deep Rooting & the Super-ficial tumbling of stones, ad infinitum.

After this intimite happening in the forest, you can still walk down into the wide-open space of the Riverside. With a heart full of sublime mystery-words. Singing into this new morning.