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A date with the river and my spring of thoughts

Published on February 9, 2015 under happiness

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I told myself that next kind of sunny day I would go and say hi to the river. I came across a little beachy spot that is just peachy for planting my feet in the crystalline sand wondering if the Earth can feel my heart beat as it gifts me infinite electrons through the soles of my feet feeding my soul and body in ways the human imagination has yet to understand on a global scale.

Could it be possible that the Earth doesn’t know that I’m here if it cannot feel my presence? Is it possible it does not know to provide for us if it cannot feel how many souls are crying out for Earths nourishment? After all, the planet doesn’t have eyes or ears like we do. Maybe the Earth grows us humans to have eyes to see her beautiful dance and ears to listen to her songs and poetry. Maybe we are her eyes and ears?

We are disconnected when our souls are covered with rubber souls to insulate our feet and we think it is a cozy treat to be blocked from the pain of treading on the street. So here I sit and wonder if she can feel my feet in her sand as I feel my heart is cradled by her hand as she holds me up I promise not to give up the beauty that she bestows and to take some time to sit and watch her grow and put on an incredible show that lights up my senses if I just have the sense to sense that this existence dances with me if I am welcoming to allow the upwelling of energy to flow through me as I refrain from grasping and just go on gasping moment by moment at the awe and wonder that I sit here observing outside myself and creating within myself.

Oh to consciously situate oneself in the middle of all of this. I am grateful.

My digits are cold. 🙂

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1 Comment

  1. Exploring Alura

    Reblogged this on Exploring Alura and commented:
    This is a man after my own heart. I wish he would tread on my beaches, lay down in my sand, with ME in his arms.

    If it is a he. Could be a she. Because I am kind of nuts about melons too. I just prefer cantaloupe or honeydew. Anything will due. I just want to die happy in his arms. Cradled for all eternity in the warmth of his light and love. At the end of my days.

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