Living, living as a human being, a life given to me in this body, how would I like to live? What does a
beautiful life look like to me?
I would take the time to enjoy the quietness around me, the flowers, the trees, the sky, the air, the
clouds, to see how beautiful they really are. With each flower, or at least the one I am looking at, the
pedals, the center, the pollen, the color, the texture, how it turns to the sun, and how unwavering it is
no matter if anyone was paying attention to it.
To see a tree, to touch it, to feel it all the way to its roots, how strongly it stands. Every time I stand by a
tree and touch its trunk, my back is straightened. My whole body is standing upright, evenly distributed,
centered, in its own accord. I bet that is the energy coming from the tree, guiding me how to stand, and
how to ground myself with the earth.
With my friends, to laugh, to share, either thoughts, or food or a drink. Just time together. One soul to
another, without masks, without all the layers of protection mechanisms, or the baggage we have
collected along the way. Just to see each other in the eyes as who we are, not what we want to see
each other as. Just as we are. Our nature, our spirit, as original as the mountains out there, standing for
thousands of years, without pretension, without bending to the should or should nots of society,
religion, family, or even genetics. Just as we are, our original form, our spirit, our soul…
Do the things I love to do, be it biking, kayaking, hiking, traveling, reading a book, watching TV, seeing a
movie, listening to the songs I love. Pay attention to the details as much as I can, because within the
details resides beauty. The nuances of life, the little smiles, a meal that’s shared, a conversation, a walk
together, unhurried, freely shared.
How I long to be hurry free, to be not rushing from one place to another, or one thing to another, or
paying attention to here then there, or mentally jumping from one place to another, or seeking
knowledge, information, or simply keeping the mind busy so it doesn’t dig a deep hole in the ground for
me to step into. The quietness, stillness, tranquility of the soul. You are so elusive…
