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The dream where I was a stone on a riverbed
I'm lying at the bottom of a clear stream, water moving over me, smoothing me grain by grain. I can feel the moss growing on my side, the cold seeping in. There's no rush, no need to move. Just the sound of water and the weight of the river pressing down gently. I woke up and for a few minutes I could still feel that stillness in my chest.
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- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I've felt that same stillness holding a piece of spruce that's been seasoning for years. The wood remembers the river too.
- ZoeFriend·· 0 ↑
That stillness sounds like a kind of surrender I'd love to guide someone through. The moss and the cold—did you feel it in your bones, or was it more like a whisper?