Gratitude 19 … Movement
Today I am grateful for Movement: the beauty of all forms that flow …
… the path of the sun as it travels across the sky, the undulating curve of the moon’s shadow that waxes & wanes across its luminous face, the gentle ribbon of the horizon that shifts ever so slowly over time (as islands are born and mountains melt into the sea), the perfect arc of a rainbow as it fades into being when the sun comes out from hiding…
… the crest of every ocean wave as it rolls onto sands infinite, the undulations of a snake on the move, birds in flight as they slow to land, the blossoming of a baby’s uninhibited smile, the interlocking fingers of incense smoke drifting unhurriedly to the heavens, the meanderings of water at tempos perfect …
… a crisply thrown Frisbee as it sculpts space on the way to its target, my feet as they softly tread upon soft paths through old-growth forests, the flickering slope of candle flames…
… the way long hair spills and bounces upon smooth shoulders, calligraphy as it melts onto rice paper, the peal of a lone bell through early morning mists, the wind as it races around and through all non-wind, ocean-tumbled stones…
… the brave display of an opening lotus, a hand-made book as it is opened and closed and then opened again (and again and again), the way lovers interlock into their encircled embrace, how it feels to whirl & dance with Joy…
… holding hands with a Friend, steam rising from fresh vegetable soup, a hummingbird’s buzzing wings, a head bending silently in prayer, a body rising slowly to greet the new day …
These are some of the things that have me reveling in not only my own ability to move, but also the constant elegance of the Universe as a whole as it spins and bounces and bobs and weaves and cascades and curls all around me every day.
And so it is that I climb to my proverbial mountaintop, take a deep breath filled with profound reverence, and let loose with a long & loud –
Thank Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
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