I walk along the river, following the water’s bubbling, rushing, soothing sound. I experience a deep, visceral sense of comfort, of being at home. As I listen to the river flow, I go back in time, back in my life and in myself… to the time inside my mother’s womb.  I heard the sound of her continuous pulsing flow of blood and air rushing all around me while snug and secure inside her womb.

And as I listen to the river’s flow, words begin to arise out of my depths, out of the dark, warm, mute waters of this womb world and tumble off my tongue. I am whispering, whispering to myself into the world of breath and connection, into the world of light and consciousness.

 

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