In the middle of the Jungle

I was walking in the Landscape yesterday, and at the corner of the garden
and the street, there was a scorpio.
It opened itself, probably out of defence,
but I was not afraid.
I wanted to make a picture as a prove, that I really saw it.

It is a little bit surreal, as I am living in the landscape with grass and cows and birds
and nothing.

I didn't know at first: is it a crab, is it a lobster or a scorpio?
But crabs are hamburger alike and they walk sidewards.
Lobsters are way bigger, and almost don't fit a sauce pan.
This one had a tail.

I am in the middle of the jungle in the Landscape.

There were two ways to look at the same picture:

You should be afraid of it, but I was not and therefore it was afraid of me.
Then there was another layer: what a beautiful encounter.
How often does this happen?
I wanted to share this moment with a participant on the street,
but it didn't feel like I had to say it. It was more of a symbolism.

Some time later that night, I was asking myself another question.
And I drew a card. It said: 'look for a sign'.
I couldn't make up one, but then I recalled my encounter with the scorpio.
I totally had forgotten it.

And this is the weird thing about G:
When you heal, it happens naturally. It happens so naturally,
you forgot that it healed.
When you meet a scorpio in the middle of the Landscape, it happens
so naturally, you forgot that it happened.

A week ago, something broke out: The Being overcame the non-being.

The world of G is sometimes a jungle.
Where is the sea?

Godaya