“spirtually and passionately alive”
Just a quick note about my magical moment today:
I walk out of my apartment door and turn down the hallway until I reach the ramp that leads to one of my complexes three pools. Weaving between the shadowy palm umbrellas, I arrive at the gate that opens onto the beach. When my feet hit the sand, I break into a brisk run, crossing the wide expanse until I reach the foamy surf. Under the starry night sky, I skim over the waves like a pelican cruising for fish as they rush up the sand in rhythmic bursts, engulfing my bare feet. The salty air is cool and fresh upon my face. I run in the dark, occasionally slipping by other shadowy figures enjoying the sea’s special night charm. When I finally come upon the Thai Buddah, his golden hue sparkling from the light of glowing globes, I turn and begin my journey back… retracing footprints that have already vanished…
I wind down from my night flight by turning to my precious sea… wading deeper into her dark, eerie waves, so that she might give my steaming skin a cool drink. My thank you wells up from deep inside me. I let it out in one long gracious breathe. I stare out at the cloaked horizon, wondering what lies out there in the dark deep. Looking up, I see a the face of the White Rabbit peering down at me with a smirk. My emotions swell and swirl with the high tide… our wordless exchange full of startling thoughts and ideas.
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…and suddenly the forgotten melody of those notes of the piano came back to me again. It soared aloft like a soap bubble, reflecting the whole world in miniature on its rainbow surface, and then softly burst.
— , Steppenwolf
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