Minu kodust üle mäe, orus mägede vahel on üks kummaline koht, kummaliselt kaunis. Väikese kiriku katusel kasvavad seal suured puud, kiriku seintes on nende juuri vaevu näha. Kohe kiriku kõrval voolab kristallse veega mägijõgi. Selle kirikuga on seotud oma kristlik lugu, kuid ka kristuse-eelsel ajal on see olnud püha koht, kus end tervendamas käidi. Loodus, imeline, ongi ju püha niikuinii.
It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean. /Kahlil Gibran/
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