In the midst of circumstance that has sucked the life from me, left me feeling powerless with a lackluster spirit, a great storm came to wash away the dust of daily life. It hunted us down, finding Daniel and I enjoying our breakfast and discussing work for the day. It warned us, at first throwing only a few sprinkles of water around us, alerting us to the seriousness of its threat. We welcomed it at first, hurrying home across the city streets; then challenged it, dodging its kisses from the cover of alcoves. We teased it to the point of madness, breaking into a sprint as it roared and rumbled the ground beneath us, lighting our path before us. Safely reaching the car we were cornered, the life blood of earth pouring around us. We laughed. We laughed away our worries, only aware of the palpable awe of this immense sky, and the mystical earth that it nourishes.
A chill across my neck as my hair dries. Espresso brushing my lips. Notes from a piano and muffled cheerful chatter beyond. Breathing in earth's fresh scent. Glowing orbs casting blurred golden light across the wet pavement outside. I find myself wondering, how often do we simply sit and observe our senses? Life itself is art. It carries on noiselessly, not calling for attention, but ready to selflessly share its beauty anytime we're ready to look. So much of the time we live our lives in our heads, missing out on the peace and beauty that is always available to us thru our senses.
Today I am aware. Aware, and so thankful. Grateful that life carries on, reliably spinning and nourishing, existing beyond our minds and the complicated lives we carve out for ourselves. Welcoming us into its peace and unyielding beauty. Providing us an eternal safe space to return to, to escape the din of our own minds.
I'm reminded that all my worries are temporary. Life is so much bigger than the box we try to put it in. Much more beautiful and simple, too. Today, I am basking in those truths.