Letting go and drifting along the river.
Supported by its waters it takes me where it will.
In stillness, there is no resistance.
Sometimes moving forward, other times eddying backward or spiraling then drifting once more.
Moving in this way we become easeful and the riverside animals come close.
We cease to be other.
Kingfishers fly overhead, deer move gently along the bank and fish leap into the air.
I am the river and the river is me.
This is rewilding.