The water from the mountains of Mallorca is sacred. You can taste the very first sip, and I can not remember ever having drunk a little better than the water from my favorite source. watch over the even the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus, perched moppel and vivid on her arm and hand raised in blessing. Embedded in the rock: a small stone statue of mother and son behind bars to protect them from those to whom nothing is sacred - what is the thing itself is doing in their beauty and uniqueness, however, not diminish. And that the source a few years ago a water tap was installed, the act does not of packaged waters Millionth of its natural romance. Whenever I find the way I am drawn to this, my source in the mountains. My car full of collected empty containers to transport the bottle to wet and blessed. organized modern. On foot or by donkey cart there is nobody around to fetch water on the road. And yet it is necessary for me a pilgrimage of a special kind of action that time because the water fills in the leisurely pace of the bottles. This contributes to a small stretch of rough stones. To the source and back. Pleased with all my heart, thank you dearly, enjoys and feels the peace of the mountains. Accompanied by the predominance of the high old Trees. Sometimes gently, sometimes rushing. Always strong, always knowing. Sometimes the cheerful chirping of birds above. Or even in the calm before the storm. While the clouds are gathering in the sky. Another time: the gentle drizzle on the skin. Just a bit too cold. Then the fresh morning dew, which slips under the clothes and leaves a pleasant shiver. The daily Dawn. Hopefully. The sunlight. Beaming as she is dancing in the leaves of the high treetops. I have been on many different times this wonderful place to visit this spring, and it was always a unique experience. Time for me. An action, which with a round-trip journey to fetch water and such sometimes takes the waiting time at the source of hours. Because of course I'm not the only one who appreciates Mallorca spring water. Sometimes you're all alone. During recent times there were two couples ahead of me already in the filling and hold. And this time the water was very slow, so slow. You get what you need? With the face in the sun, looking up at the trees, the peaceful silence that is not one around me, I noticed the wait easy. My goal already in mind, enjoying the moment of doing nothing. The pleasant splashing in the water bottles and cans. The natural actions of my fellow men, who speak a meditation room in her movements pace repeated. Bottle to bottle, water, wait. Bottle to help keep the car .... in quiet steps, without many words. I actually speak of harmony. Of oneness with strangers. connected in nature and through the simple act of fetching water. In a moment lebensbejaenden. And when only one, last of the water tank of my pre Annes separates me from my personal holy act of packaged waters, happened, what amazes me deeply. With the realization that this is just too much water bottle, throws the man in the plastic high arc over the magnificent stone wall. Which I have been leaning towards stretching my face to the sun. And the ordinary piece of plastic at the foot lands the old, knowing trees whose crowns I had admired over the past two and a half hours. I get the mouth no longer whether this desecration. And find peace after this time no rant in me ..... I climb on a small ledge and look over the wall. And see an altar full of plastic and garbage offerings in abundance. While away from the source, for anyone who has done his business where he eats?, But amid this beauty, which is not actually without blemish. The fact that only a few feet have still kept in the course of civilization trash their way into the mountains of Mallorca, not really interested in all. And I now have the choice. I am annoyed me to you drop? I sink in the depths of world-weariness? I decide out of the second, to do anything about it. Instead, I get my own personal holy act? With clear knowledge though, and from observation of my surroundings out yet? Precisely for this reason! In that one moment I can not change things in themselves. We live in a great, great mixed crowd. Not everyone wants to hear my opinion, to be taught with the wisdom that I think is worth living. But I can let my impulses to flow. My energy field created and preserved, as it does on their own. Add to my way of my frame. I do not see anything good, I must certainly not all participate. I can and am always distance, without ever being closed. I can go a different way than many others. I stay in my act, especially in this case. Now it's easy, sometimes difficult, perhaps. At this moment in the mountains, I do not waste my thoughts, but use my energy to fill my water with the highest respect from the sacred spring of Mallorca. I want to drink water that is pure and has been associated with love of home. A rich water. A Healthy. And so depart from the others while I stay back. For seconds, I close my eyes, breathe deeply ..... and say thank you for this wonderful place and the Possibility of quench my thirst .....
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