Luisa and the White Egret

I had been busy and not visited Manzanares in Madrid for a while and was concerned I might not be welcome. Spontaneously, I took four stones, a candle and a Buddha from my home down to River. Hesitant at first about approaching, I was encouraged when a blue heron flew past.

Taking that as a sign, I took my rocks and candle as close as I could get…  Now I could see the ducks, the water flowing down and a little Egret, shining with her or his white feathers over the dark blue/dark brown waters. She flew away. Feeling a bit disconnected, I asked Manzanares for guidance, and surrendered to whatever he wanted to show or teach me. I told him how I was still uncertain of what it is I could do in return, or how I can help him, and I simply surrendered. 

A few minutes later, the Blue Heron flew past again, and then the little white Egret appeared. She moved slowly. Her thin black leg was balancing her body against the River´s current flowing beneath her. I watched her yellow foot come in and out. She hid it and then showed it, as if playing with both me and the river. I could tell she knows I'm looking; I could tell she feels my attraction. It seemed like a performance, a choreography, a gift. She came closer to me. One leg lifted, and then the other, slowly shifting shapes. It was a dance. She was dancing with me. Love began to grow from inside me. I began to call her love and had a desire to caress her as if I had known her for some time. I smiled. I just smiled