And I wonder about presence and flocking movement: When I’m so occupied by my own thoughts, my own perception of this world – am I still awake to the movement of which I am part of? When my own point of view becomes so heavy like a stone in flowing water? When I’m so absorbed by the stories I tell myself about myself, about the world?

And how about, on the other hand, feeling and asking: Where is the pull? Do I want to go along with it and see where it takes me? Can I loosen the grip and let myself fall into that river?