to the place where nobody is in a hurry, where everything is connected with everything else and where each thing has its place. To the place, where time almost stops for mythical reasons, where calmness and peace is resident from past ages.
In the evening, when wind calms down and dusk falls down, sit under the tree and listen quietly - maybe you will hear fairies scuttling and giggling or perhaps notice a gnome hiding under the tree stump. It only depends on which way you choose, moder days haste, or calm which arises from the Nature itself.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Do not hesitate and let the impressive silence embrace your wits, rest. When you regain power, you will be set for further journey.
3. October 2016
Three new photos after a long time - Rešov Waterfalls