The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing,
back to the sea…
When I think of Hue, there always is water...,
The rain in Hue, the Perfume River, the lotus ponds,
the humidity in the air, the yearly floods, the river of time, the river of ancestors, ….
There is so much history in Hue: the imperial city, the emperor’s tombs, the history of the various wars, but there is also our personal
history, the family history, Eurasia history…
History is like a river, flowing and growing….back to the sea
I'll write more tonight about Eurasia history...I have to go back to work:)
A few hours later...
I just come back to my room after our thursday applied ethic evening,
The theme of our discussion was "deep listening"
A lovely and deep evening,
I am too tired tonight to write the story of the river...even
though the "words and the story" are ready in my mind...but my eyes are closing by themselves...
Naomi and me will go for the week end to Hoi An, to the ocean and I hope to have the energy there to continue my blog for you:)