As I was walking up along a dried riverbed (very hot summer here these days), I started to hear the sound of flowing water, but I know this area and it is the only stream around… So I walked down to the riverbed and this strange experience happened : I witnessed the first water coming down after a long period of drought, really strange… like if some kind of forest dwarf had opened a tap upstream somewhere… I shot this short video and wrote a few lines
In a dried out riverbed
The first water is trickling
Fast and then slow
Disappears behind some rocks
Then reappears closer
Moves like a solitary rider
Followed not far behind by the pack
They will take care of laying wide in the riverbed
The first water is humble in her ambitions
She is no tidal wave
She’s a determined brittle trickle of water
She can barely be heard,
Almost silent
Behind, the mass of water is following
Noisy and singing in variations of waterfalls
I need to cultivate confidence
The same confidence as the first water
When she fills in dried out old riverbeds
Watering dead old stories to life
Stories of ancient beliefs
Animism, shamanism ?
Not human self centered egotism
But share the soul with the Earth