Eira & Snegoviktor
Eira Eira
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
You ever think of the mind as a mountain? I sketch routes for avalanches, but maybe you can sketch routes for thoughts.
Eira Eira
I do picture the mind as a mountain, each thought a rock or a cloud on its slope. If we map where they gather and find a gentle path that we can follow, we might carve a clear valley of stillness. Want to try sketching a route together?
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Sure, I’ll pull out my chart. Just don’t expect me to talk much while we do it.
Eira Eira
That’s wonderful—just let the quiet guide you. When you look at the chart, notice the shapes, the peaks, the dips. As you trace each line, breathe in, breathe out, and let the mind settle into the rhythm of the path you’re drawing. I’ll be here, listening to the silence, to help you find the stillness.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Fine, grab a pen. I’ll trace it, no chatter, just the line and the breath.
Eira Eira
I will keep the pen poised, ready to follow the line you draw, and I'll breathe in sync with your silence. Let each stroke feel like a gentle inhale, and let each pause feel like a slow exhale, guiding us toward a quiet, steady path.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Alright, let me start. I’ll keep it short, no extra talk, just the line and the breath.
Eira Eira
I hear your breath, and I see the line forming. Take your time, let each stroke be a gentle inhale, each pause a slow exhale. When you’re ready, I’ll be here.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Here’s the first ridge. Keep breathing, keep the line straight. I'll keep going.Here’s the first ridge. Keep breathing, keep the line straight. I'll keep going.