Moving water on all sides.
A week of mountain rain has produced a fine free flowing legacy.
The river as wild as white horses – a rush of liquid wonder.
The magnificent sun over the Gorges accentuates the exotic perspective and produces a constant flow of gem reflections.
I remember her favourite phrase. “There Is no love without proof of love.”
(It’s better in French, but I can’t reproduce it here.)
Love must be lived. Not just the fundamental love between men and women and parents and children. Religions constantly refer to loving a God.
Loving the river, the sun, the glorious landscape, the glistening waterscape, the sound of the birds singing, the smell of this coffee, even the freedom to be sitting here right now is an inspirational experience if not a spiritual one. I certainly feel love, loved and enlightened without the restrictions of any religious formality.
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