Experiences of Height and Depth

Last weekend I wrote a story. It was a half hour exercise on my final play therapy training weekend in London, using my own painting from the previous half hour exercise as a stimulus: As I read it back to myself, I noticed the elements of height and depth, of which I hadn't been conscious as I wrote. Today I went on an unusual walk which also caused me to notice height and depth, so I decided to write a rare blog post consisting of my story followed by an audio visual account of my walk. I am Walter. A water molecule. Ancient, older than the hills. Eternal, indestructible. H2O transformed over and over. Today I am surrounded by a dark loamy soil deep in the earth in a pine forest. I fell here some weeks ago and sank down deep, into a cool haven, free from the threat of evaporation for the time being. Not in a puddle for children to stamp in, just sunk down, deep and dark. I do sense a gently upward tugging though, and as the days go past I am drawn to the roots of on...