真水无香

昔陶潜常抚无弦琴 孰云无人解听
Whatever I do, it’s to feel my existence




Think of a beach enveloped in mist waiting to be discovered;
Think of a wild horse fighting to be ridden;
Think of a glass of wine over a quiet conversation;
Think of standing at a cliff edge with only pair of wings;
Think of capturing the moment of thoughts under the cozy green shade;
Think of moving bodies to upbeat urban music;
Think of rollercoaster at the circus;
Think of a soaring eagle focusing on his prey;
Think of the essence of water that fits into any shape of container;
Think of me…

We grow, including the intellectual and the spiritual, without being deeply aware of it.  In fact, some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is what is happening.  We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed.  It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or person who explained it to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before.  Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant.  Often the feeling is anything but pleasant.  But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening.  I remember the waves of anxiety that used to engulf me at different periods in my life, always manifesting itself in physical disorders (sleeplessness, for instance) and how frightened I was because I did not understand how this was possible. 

With age and experience, you will be happy to know, growth becomes a conscious, recognized process.  Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.  

— Alice Walker, Living By The Word