I am life, aware.
Life is a short word and a container for every moment time ticks in your existence.
Music plays with time and gives those who are listening, maybe even those who aren't, a space to see and hear life in another rhythm. What is your music?
If I am late for work, life is moving slow against me, or I am racing through it with seconds tapping at my heels as I kick up the dust of angst and inside-my-head criticisms. I see all of this in an avian perspective. Why are these my choices?
Am I being clear in this illusion of significance? I mean to write something about the fragile word, life.
Breath might be everything, cells divide and ideas are born and blood reaches the brain and I know, I feel that I must breathe again. Two actions, in and out. Time is irrelevant here, it's more of a feeling, a surrendering, a giving and allowing.
English is the language I am writing in. Anyone who reads this will have their own interpretation of the experiences they have had in comprehension and applying words to feelings and thoughts to make meaning.
In other languages these words hold different meaning, and experiences or not.
I think we are all witnessing each other as much as we are ourselves. There is definitely potential here.
It floats into our perception like a fragrance that teases your desire as you anxiously spin to find its source...
Feeling into what you perceive can be like dancing with the wind. When it feels right, it will carry you.
Be aware of this feeling.
Witness your life in your living it.
This is me in Petaluma California, near the Tamalpais bay in the wind.
