This day was full of amazing wonders. The way the trees danced in the wind, almost looking as if they would fall over, yet, staying completely rooted strongly in the ground. I feel like that sometimes. Feeling as if I'm waivering, dancing, falling, hither to and not sure where I will land. But somehow, I stay firmly grounded, rooted in the ground of my life.
The rivers that surround the area around where we live. Some are rushing, rocky, splashing, jumping, full of sound and no rhythm. Others are silent, still, silky placid waters, that you could skim a rock across, and it would still be quiet, except for the dancing ripple of the waves, falling into each other. I sometimes feel like that. One day, energy abounding, jumping for joy, my feet won't touch the ground, I feel like I'm running in a race to nowhere, fast and furious like the roar of the water in the river...Other days, I'm silent and still. Inside is the only place busyness is taking place, on the outside, I am restful, without noise, unable to make a sound. Peaceful, slow, floating on air, gently without thought or reason.
The poetry of life is recited by our living it. In the quiet, still days and in the noisy rushing ones, it is a song that must be sung. Life is the music and living it is the lyrics.
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