An old watermill near a waterfall in the Tyrol Valley.

Sitting by the waterfall, surrounded by flowers, grasses, insects, birds, and Oliver, I felt like I was slowly made whole again. Whenever I am lost, I need only look around and I can find myself. For I am one with it all. 

There is no me without the air. The air is a part of me, in my lungs and in my blood cells. There is no me without the water. My body is made of at least 50 percent water - I am water and water is me. There is no water without rain, or clouds, or sunshine or transpiration and evaporation. I rely on the sun and the rain to live, they are a part of me. There is no me without plant life - I need plant life to sustain myself, and so do the other animals on which I depend. There would be no me without the people I love - my family and friends. They have given me life, culture, wisdom and experience. I depend on all these things for my life. My life is a miracle of inter-being.

Colourful wild flowers in the Tyrol Valley.
Glacier blue waters in the high mountains of Austria.
Pathway through the trees up to a waterfall in Austria, in black and white.
Lying in the grass with a halo of white flowers.
Small mountain waterfall in the Tyrol Valley in Austria
Oliver's eye close up.
Bird of prey in the grey skies.
It’s like a cloud in the sky. When the cloud is no longer in the sky, it does not mean the cloud has died. The cloud is continued in other forms like rain or snow or ice. So you can recognise your cloud in her new forms.

When I am drinking tea, it is very pleasant to be aware I am drinking cloud.

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in each sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are.