I walk up the open valley in the sun that comes and goes as clouds travel across the sky.
A clear, wide and shallow river runs over the slate bed in the gully before me.
At a point where the bed widens and turns, I begin to build a vertical slate stack.
Slate sits on slate;
I make fine adjustments to find the point of balance for each piece.
And it is like this on my own journey -
The smallest inner shift in the psyche can bring about an opening,
A sense of expansion,
An inner freedom,
Where previously there was some knot or block
That prevented the emergence
Of a new balance.