The more connected we stay to everything larger than us, the less turbulent our time on Earth.
—Mark Nepo, “The Book of Awakening”
Perhaps it is like when you spin in the grass, and spin and spin and then fall down and stare at the still spinning sky,
or like when you’re taking out the trash in winter, and through the disappearing swirls of your breath, you see the stars in their stable constellations,
or like the time you cut your thumb and tasted the ocean in your blood,
or there was that morning when you stood at the edge of the cliff and knew that your days of knowing were over.
It is not that you don’t recognize the feeling, only that most of the time, you forget it so wholly that you don’t think to remember you’ve forgotten.
Which is to say maybe it’s like when you noticed that something else was breathing you, pulling the air into your belly and then pushing the air back out, and long after the feeling passed, you continued to breathe, the air so familiar rushing over your lips, into and out of your throat.
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“or like when you’re taking out the trash in winter, and through the disappearing swirls of your breath, you see the stars in their stable constellations,
or like the time you cut your thumb and tasted the ocean in your blood,…
So imaginative, evocative of images. I love it when your words draw pictures in my brain.