If this is a dream then I choose to be by a sparkling , clear river . Cool , strong and wild . Feeling the heat of the sun growing stronger upon by face as I venture into the flowing waters with the bare, flesh of my feet . The current so strong it inspires the inner strength in my heart to move forward as if to be in a piece of a dance .
Mesmerizing and exciting all at once by the river . As it moves and curves and softens the life of the rocks it also gathers and gives bits of life . Telling stories along the way wether you listen or not . Ancient and new are the stories of the river . The rushing , churning waters or a tranquil , meandering flow , either way , will signal to all of your senses bringing to you a sort of meditation .
Glance towards the sky and allow the anchors of the day to slip away . Is the sun gently warming your face ? Or perhaps wind is blowing , churning up the earth beneath your feet . Once when visiting a beautiful Island I walked into the warm ocean waters and began gliding against the incoming waves . Feeling the strength of my muscles , the power of the ocean and the seemingly infinite horizon before me , I was free .
Is my mind free ? Is yours ? Do we create barriers to our creativity and to our willingness to be kind ? To be generous ?
A man standing well off to the side of a convenience store . Looking cold from the chill in the air and with a well worn roller bag next to him . Big eyes with a look of kindness against his weathered face which clearly held some stories .
Suddenly i was looking to see if I had any cash with me . Yes, I did . It was a moment of certainty after that . I walked towards him . He was gracious and thankful . He began to say something . He hesitated seeming lost a bit . ” You don’t have to tell me your story because I already understand it ” I said . A moment of connection that takes me to my heart .