Sounds surround us, movement is constant, and scents grow and move on the air as blooms burst open. On a main street sirens intrude unexpectedly, screaming “Get out of my way”. Quieter places also make themselves heard, calling for us to come and enjoy.
Have you ever been where the only sound was the wind whistling past your ear? That is where you are really on your own, with nothing else pulling at you to listen.
Oh, to be where the forest whispers, and the animals living there move about and stir the forest floor. Their steps marked by the crinkle and hiss of dry leaves underfoot. We humans can sing, to change the heart and bring on the desire to dance. The sounds we make can give us our stories told as songs, feelings and ideas. How wondrous that is.
In the places we move and the people we meet, our lives appear and only then have a chance to grow. Wherever your footsteps take you will be the lead of life that blooms, and fills your insides with the experiences that become the memories which will provide the fertile soil where ideas grow. With open eyes and ears tuned to listen, then the skies open.
Believe as you will, something is waiting out there as the next chapter of life. Life ready to stir in the elements from the endless possibilities yet unborn. That will become the story of your life. Experiences can blossom into higher knowledge beyond fear and pain or be the ties that bind us because of the seared memories.
The only way is forward. Everything else in Creation is working to carve out a place of its own place in the sunshine. Movement is the eternal clockwork of our living world. Move in life. It will open with the grace available to each living thing. Learn the sound of your own sincere voice. Sing and dance with this moment in life. It will be your pleasure.