Saturday, April 17, 2010

If only this was all that mattered

Tomorrow I will facilitate my first Awakening the Dreamer symposium in nearly eight months, but standing here, on the edge of the peninsula, river in front of me, there are no problems on Earth. The sun is a tangerine half-way set, the sky a napoleon layer cake of pastels. I tilt my head upwards, and see black wings flapping in near-perfect synchrony. An animal in the sweetgrass caws, another responds, "I hear you! I'll be ready for take off in five." Perhaps they too are soaking in the richness of existence. I am so fortunate, for I am free from worry, I am a child. I don't want to leave, but I can't stay here; I already know.

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