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  • Since I was a little girl I loved to hike. I could walk hours and hours beside my Dad through the Bavarian mountains. Walking puts me into balance, nourishes something deep inside. I believe it was Kierkegaard who said that nothing in human life was so bad that it could not be softened and eventually healed by walking. I believe that.

    But with bad eyes hiking becomes a challenge: ups and downs and stones and roots and well, even a short hike like the one to the Kawishawee Falls grows into quite an adventure to me.

    So I SEE that I cannot SEE and that I cannot do things that I could do before and that is sad and I have high and good moments on this journey and once and again I become nostalgic and quite sad.

    I still CAN sit at this lake, though, I sat for hours on this dock, whenever waves came by, they softly rocked me, I sat and wathed and suddenly tiny waves of wellness welled from one of my body cells to the next and the next and all the others. I felt so relaxed, I felt so well as I have known to feel after days of silent meditation, like all my conflicts and jealousies and all that crap resolved. Like even my dark side was okay and not so horribly dark. It felt like Zen Masters say: everything seems perfect in all its imperfection.

    Even growing blind was okay in a way.

    I had this experience on a chair at this place for 2 days in a row. Of course, there is a hungry ghost in me and I wanted MORE, but on the last day: it did not happen.

    Maybe 2 days was enough....
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    Burntside Lake, MN, photography by Kiki
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