I am the mover who walks to the river to meet the river stone. Alive to the sensations in my feet, ethereal and solid, as they take the body down the path, over the bridge and through the gate, down the small bank, to where the small river meets the big one, where they join and link, merge as in holding hands and hearts to travel together on this long journey to the mother water, the big big one, with the crashing waves and the foaming water where the fish swim.

I greet.

The heart greets the kindred flowing and sparkling clearness at my feet, the gurgling noises and eager chasing baby waves as they curl around the obstacles on their path busy giggling, laughing, chasing and racing each other onwards. forwards.

I squat.

We talk. The usual pleasantries.

I say “I have come to collect the river stone.” The witnessing one. The one that will sit in silence with me as we both listen deep to the within, hold and create a space for the creature to speak its truth and show the way of how it is through its patterns and movements of unfolding, witnessing from the heart.

The deep place inside.

I look for it. Then I see it. It sits right there, waiting. Always has. It willingly nestles into my hand as this creature meets its creature and we embark, together, on the journey back.

All the True Vows

All the true vows
are secret vows
the ones we speak out loud
are the ones we break.

There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.

Hold to the truth you make
every day with your own body,
don't turn your face away.

Hold to your own truth
at the center of the image
you were born with.

Those who do not understand
their destiny will never understand
the friends they have made
nor the work they have chosen

nor the one life that waits
beyond all the others.

By the lake in the wood
in the shadows
you can
whisper that truth
to the quiet reflection
you see in the water.

Whatever you hear from
the water, remember,

it wants you to carry
the sound of its truth on your lips.

in this place
no one can hear you

and out of the silence
you can make a promise
it will kill you to break,

that way you'll find
what is real and what is not.

I know what I am saying.
Time almost forsook me
and I looked again.

Seeing my reflection
I broke a promise
and spoke
for the first time
after all these years

in my own voice,

before it was too late
to turn my face again.

"All the True Vows" from The House of Belonging by David Whyte.

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