I often feel alive. I can’t think of the “most alive moment” but the most recent moment was yesterday.
My cotton sweater almost too warm, I savored the sun on my face and the rhythm of my legs as I walked through an unexplored part of town. The wind that brought our summery winter day blew so hard that signs and boxes kited through the air and shopkeepers ran ragged trying to catch everything and put it all back into order. I could hear promotional flags unravelling one thread at a time from the teasing of the wind around their rippling edges.
Everything around shared its story with me. The colors, shapes, lines, invisible networks of energy and relationships, the flow of motion all spoke to me. So many tales to listen to. All of them interesting and worthwhile. I just moved through it, taking in snippets as i passed and reflecting on how much I love walking in the wind on a sunny day.
Telling my own story, I stretched my arms to the sky and greeted the elements.Posted by kuri at December 04, 2010 09:18 AM