A nice place to visit on days like today.
To be able to feel….that is all. Even if it is ugly, or unworthy of some position you hold for yourself…feel. It is our birthright. And although some things in life will numb you and others will expose you, in the end, what would it have mattered if you did not feel? Our emotional intelligence is something to hold to, something to trust in. Let those experiences of grit and gusto pour into you, fill you a palpable susbtance to which your soul feeds. This is what it means to be alive. To shy away from the rough, means to lust over the smooth. The bumps and edges of the moon is what gets me. Take me in life, bring me what you may, and I shall stand on my feet in the river and watch the current pass by. Feel, feel, and feel again until you are reminded that you are alive, breathing, experiencing the universe through yourself, and knowing you are a part of it. The mini dramas of our life seem somewhat opaque in hindsight to the story of the universe. Sounds, seed syllables, rain crashing, carbon dating, growth, death, and the cycles of macro to micro. Feel your breathe, come back, come back. See me again, another human, isolated from touch, and lessons to show that all the love I ever need is inside of me, pouring out into strangers who see me as who they are: feelers feeling feelings, spinning, dancing on this blue dot.
Uluru-Kata National Park.