Would the fall never come to an end?

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“Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? 
I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?” Alice said aloud.”

It is one of those days in the jungle, when I listen to the trees blowing in the wind, jump into the water and squeeze myself (well, maybe not literally) through a vertical tunnel to get further down in the cenote. Where the world seems disconnected in a way that is both incredibly peaceful, beautiful and scary. It is one of those days when I feel brave, just because of fighting the small nagging fear, and therefore think that it later would be easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy to jump from a 10 metre high platform down into the water and am determined right until I stand there, looking down.

And I didn't jump, I hesitated for too long and then walked down, knowing that some people would call that brave in itself. A day of challenges, joy, doubts and perfection. But also of 35 m water above my head, sensing the world up there, however not fully knowing how it is related to me. And at the same time realizing that all great experiences seem to be about beingness, belonging and sharing. One of those days I spend with lovely people, eating the best ceviche ever and talk about things that matter.

“Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm someone else.”

Quotes from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland

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