Diemel River Reflection

The bright and windy weather this morning left no room for prolonged hesitation. “Where shall we go?”, we asked each other. Willemien preferred to go for the leeward side and so we did. And that was an eminent choice. As we walked through town to the Diemel-river side, the sun warmth solved most of the clouds. There is a grass trail alongside the water and on the meadows the mowing had drawn Zenny hay lines and curves. “All flesh is grass”, it thought in me. The endless suffering in the world needs deep compassion and faith in ultimately saving love.

We both took our time to photograph the views and remarkable phenomena we encountered: a dead tree in the river, overgrown by a big flowered grassy pad: an extended platform of the green bank, a curious formation of nature, that may be vanished again after heavy rainfall. It felt as if we ourselves were sauntering there with bunches of grass in our hair, mixt with dandelions, daisies and buttercups. Birds flying in and landing in search for happy nestling locations without rent.

Further on we paused near the cataract, which we knew to be fascinating, when your camera focusses on the whirlings. The outcome of my patience there is of a different kind, compared with my winter photo of last January. Anyhow, for you I found a new kind of mirror, not only to project phantasies, fears and obsessions in. But also to loose them there immediately. That’s the wonderful secret of reflexion in a whirling stream: the unendless changing of forms, or better of forms-in-flux forbids the fulfilling of Narcissus’ deepest need, desire to control the mirroring of ego. Here we are sliding away and loosing the grasp of the perception of the rational ego-eye.

Of course I stood on the stony riverside, but my “vorticist” or taoist view means that we can only follow the flowing and whirling of the stream - of water or of time - being immersed in it. Never from an outside position. In this sense we are the stream of time ourselves. Of infinite time or eternity.

Well, this might be sufficient for todays River Reflexion and before questions begin to rise Admirer and Me pursued our wonderful Diemel-walk into the mediaeval Cloister town of Helmershausen. With a little very old church. And from there we climbed up and down, up and down again and had our well deserved lunch, while the sun had vanished and the wind came up.