The nearness of catastrophe to creative origin

As we got up this morning the new day still was full of promisses. I brought her tea and made my early round. I looked into the freshly grey and white clouds and thanked our Guardian Oaktree for keeping so firmly rooted all these years. Soon he will tenderly show his new fine green buds. It was still before eight.


It was only after breakfast when we heard the first news coming through on the horrendous attacks on Zaventhem and Maelbeek. Which filled my heart with disgust, and with sorrow and compassion for all the victims. What can we do against this perverse will to destroy arbitrarily and to massacre innocence?


I most strongly - say absolutely - believe that our deepest inner core is indestructable. That core is beyond birth and death. My true self is an origin without beginning, without end. Some would prefer here to name God. Others would keep silent on the nature of living Nothingness. But, honestly: what can we do?


Well, this afternoon, we walked into the Solling Forest near to where we live. We walked over tracks we have explored since we came to Carlsheaven. So we visited the Baptismal Stone, The Font was filled with leafs. I cleaned it so that next time the water will reflect the sky. From there we took a new trail to discover the location of a well. The beginning of the Sieck brook, which we know from its pools and streams more downhill to the West.


It turned out to have its origin much closer to a forest trail we had often followed. And that the place had been hampered by catastrophe. Tall mossy trees had fallen flat over the leafy creek. Too much rainfall perhaps had undermined the deeper grounding of their roots. Severe wind blows did the fatal rest. An other tree had simply split apart. But as everywhere around this source, this wonderfull greenish well, life is preparing its new forms and appearances out of desaster and decay. Most fascinating!

In a few weeks we will be curious to discover all these new beginnings in and around the Sieck brook in our backyard forest. I most strongly believe that we can deal with this world in agony. Not only by cleaning up a mediaeval font stone somewhere in a forest. But certainly by opening your heart to a spirit, that does not negate or destroy life. A consolating spirit that affirms and saves life in compassion.