I went for a walk today. The path was really muddy.
It was fun to be intensely involved so I don't slide down. I felt intensely alive as I was navigating this clumsy body through the mud.

At the end of the path, I stopped and looked up at the clouds, which were layered and dark, and seemed to be moving really fast.  When I looked up at them, all I could connect with was the quality of change, regeneration, impermanence.

Looking back down there was this grounding stillness from the valleys, a magnificent view of rolly hills - Magic, Pure Magic, I thought, and felt through my entire body. 

You know that feeling that wells up from the inside and you are just so damn grateful.  To life, to everything, to everyone, in that moment, tears were mixing up with the rain drops on my face.

Then I noticed for a little while the sounds the wind makes, and thought that the wind, in a way has no quality to it, but when it comes into contact with a tree, it's given a certain shape, a sound.  In a way it's not separate and it doesn't come 'into' contact, but it seems like it.  And perhaps its both.  I was enjoying, and blown away, by all the different sounds of wind.  Rustling of pines,  the swaying of grass, trying to 'tune' into the different sounds, it was fascinating, a natural orchestra.

 
 


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Maureen Lee link
01/29/2010 23:38

You write beautifully about the need to stop "doing" so that we reconnect with ourselves. So often we're running from one task to another, and so we simply don't hear the sounds of the wind; we don't bother to look up at the sky, so we miss the shifting shapes and colours of the sky. Thank you for reminding us to be grateful, too, for simply being alive!

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