It was literally the difference between life and death.
You see, I went for a bike ride.
Gorgeous morning, cool breeze, slight humidity in the air. The sun peaking through the clouds.
One girl. One bike. One trail.
So I’m riding. Wind in my hair, sunshine glistens on my cheeks.
I stumble upon something…
A pool of water. Just sitting there. No movement. No life.
Stagnant. Dirty. Decaying.
A foul odor permeated the air. I couldn’t help but wince.
So I did.
Another few bends in the road, a beautiful trail among tall trees.
Mostly deciduous. Dancing with the breeze.
Wildlife buzzing through the air. Rustling through the leaves. Magic everywhere.
A tiny concrete bridge, over a tiny flowing brooke.
Ahh… the sound of trickling water.
Fresh air surrounds me. Life abounding.
The MOVEMENT. The flow of the water gliding over the rocks and stones and pebbles.
And it reminded me of this beautiful life. The one that can be as magical as we wish it to be. The one we have (almost) complete control over the outcomes. (At least our perspectives and the meanings we attach to them.)
The choices we choose to make, and the feelings we allow to linger and stay.
And I was reminded of how life is such an ebb and flow.
How we find ourselves in circumstance and opposition, in happiness and joy and love. And if we can just keep moving, everything has the chance to flow evermore gracefully.
We can be so much more radiant. So full of life. And light.
And ultimately, it is WE who get to choose to grow or regress.
To become stronger. Or wiser.
Perhaps we’ll simply settle for a weaker existence. Maybe we’ll dull out.
And if we can learn anything from nature it is the art of flow.
I’m an avid student of life. I learn as I go.
And whatever pain experienced, finding the surprises in the outcomes. Like little lessons tucked away just waiting for me to open them.
So my question is this: What lesson is life offering up to us right now? And how can we master the art of flow in our lives so that we can live it ever more gracefully? More gently?
I love you. You are absolutely wonderful. And beautiful beyond measure.
What’s your soul crying out for today?
So, I went on this bike ride…
and it turned into this poem.
I love you forever,
P.S. See what I did there? Forever truly is a long time. But then again, time is merely a feeling. Muah ❤