See the water, clear as glass flow over green threads of silky algae holding to the rocks at the very edge. Our dog splashes about, sniffing, enquiring, exploring. Further up, from underneath the huge boulder a tree has taken roots. Sending its long thin stems upwards, shiny leaves dancing under the sky. See the canopy of green above, shimmering and vibrant. The water gurgles and ripples as it rushes over the stones on its way down to the valley. And high above the trees small sparrows flit here and there, causing restful commotion. See how I sit to watch and listen, arching my back so I find that place of comfort and ease. I trace and circle the pain in my mind over and over again. Breathing with it, finding wordless solace to offer and hold. This place that is so deep within and so wounded and scarred. Feel the wind blow slightly caressing the forehead, touching the arms with so much tenderness it breaks my heart. Let the wind and water breath along to embrace and reassure that place until there is quietness. The water still gurgles and ripples. The dog has now walked upstream and I call her back. High above hear the call of the blue tit, a pleasing song sung in duet with the woodlark. The algae sway under the surface of the water, oblivious and free.