May 27, 2017
Walk
The supple earth and grass beneath my feet as I stride, slowly, without direction. Remnants of a sweet flowery fragrance wafting, gently pressed into the air. Beauty is a fixture there, Permeating the senses. Softening the core of being. Handling the self as to gesture toward a better life. Forgiving past transgression, humbly, with an unimaginable amount of poise. As to say “Live in this moment. For it is great.” All that time spent worrying and plotting dissolves as surrender is near.
