Is it the clean air being washed by the rains of the monsoon during the last weeks? Now after the clouds traveled somewhere the morning light appears in a very unique way. When morning has broken, when the sun rises, when the first beam reach the top of the trees of our sacred Kavu behind the pond and beside the 2 tree goddesses … what is going on? Golden light is splinkled on the leaves of the top of the trees, is spread in the air, while everything below lays in the shadow. Every such morning is a wonderful miracle and fullfills us with joy …
This morning was very special. May be, because I am having a fever since six days going through inner processes …? This morning I opened my arms and sang: Morning has broken … The world famous song from Cat Stevens, which was in all our ears in the seventies when I was a joung girl.
We are thankful for this place which we can share with others …
Nanni – Danke – Merci – Thank you …
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