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Some kind of entity has been making sculptures piling up pebbles and rocks recently... and it wasn't me!

It started gently, discreetly... but the day I came back from Scotland it was soooo full of them that I got overwhelmed, sad, angry, frustrated... it was too much for me, and I cried with passion,.

Every rock had rocks and pebbles balancing on top. I could not stand the human intervention piece in that stretch of river at that moment. It really stirred me. I felt somehow violated. And I started to undo most of them, specially the ones on rocks that I'm attached to somehow (because they are thresholds, because I like to sit in them...)... In the following days they kept appearing, and a dance of doing and undoing is present. Now the emotion has shifted, I've been present with what that act was telling me about myself, thinking about boundaries, compassion...It's become a playful experience that makes me laugh, specially when I take them down! 😅

Btw, I discovered that it is the neighbour...

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Rewilding. Wildswimming

We do swim together sometimes, or at least we are in the river at the same time. We have a good relationship and have nice chats, and he's feeling inspired to keep dipping after the summer, at least for a bit ☺️

Samuel Titěra

Compartir lugares qué a nosotros sienten "sagrados" en alguna manera puede ser muy difícil. Y sobre todo cuando discrepamos en la opinión: es querido para mí, no lo cambiemos / es querido para mí, hagámoslo más acogedor.