I was recently sitting on a small moss covered stone bridge over a small but ancient meandering river.Just sitting watching the water move around the river plants while the sunlight reflected in shards on its surface.
After a while of sitting doing ‘apparently’ nothing-I kind of sank into a different kind of stillness.
The volume of my mind was turned down or even off while the volume around me increased.This was an active state not a passive state .I was being submerged into the surrounding trees, the babbling noises of the river and the river itself.
The cornucopia of sights and smells had naturally induced this state – I had no intention for this as such it just …happened .Sinking into the welcoming quicksand of the moment the colours and sensations softened whilst also becoming ultra vivid as my perception of reality gently shifted around this place as I sank Ito the place itself.
This was a state of deep stillness which naturally occurred and left me feeling camouflaged within the environment. A reminder that I wasn’t ‘in nature’ but that I am nature.
It was within the soft focus of this deep relaxation that the Kingfisher appeared . A madness of colour and motion gliding through the air like a multi coloured streak of luminescent oil paint .
So vibrant and so fleeting. Gone in seconds, in a blink .I wondered if it imagined ? Was it real?
When it was gone only a fading imprint the colour remained in my vision – though the memory was lasting , luminous ,vibrant and very powerful . A deeply imprinted vivid colour recording of that moment .An intense colourful memory of complete immersion.
An invitation to remember we are part of this place we are so lucky to inhabit for a short, fleeting time.
An invitation remember that all this is fleeting and all know this is real .