Life is so strange. There is something about the air if you take it in with openness to being changed. The wind stops. The sun shines off the dewdrops. It’s almost like you can taste the magic in action as time flops. Maybe that’s just my shadow talking… Or maybe a life-giving affirmation…
I was told recently that the way I look at things is piercing and strange. Uncomfortable even. I had to laugh because I understand and agree, sometimes I have a hard time facing that voice in me, but then the world around me changes into a mouthpiece. A beautiful shift, what an evolution. From pain. To insane. Through oblivion and to the beyond. A peace surpassing all things.
Everyone has a higher piece, just waiting to be awakened to rise from beneath. It takes motion for activation. Movement is a basic necessity for cultivating a relationship with this passenger at rest inside us.