Morning Walks

It's amazing how morning walks elevate me beyond the crush of the world. I know people always say that when you have too much to do, exercise... but for me, that's counter intuitive. It feels like I should just work harder and faster to catch up... but then my body forces me out the door and the next thing I know, I am full of energy and much more peaceful. Now, given the fact that I meditate for an hour a day already, one would think that I would be peace-d out all the time. But I'm not. My life is intense-- and yes, I make it that way. I have a lot to give and despite what any one might say, I am not going to reincarnate for another round... I'm getting it all in this time. That's why I plan to live to 165, by then I figure, I'll have it all done...

Do you remember that movie "Micheal" with John Travolta as the archangel? I am like that sometimes... dumping sugar on my already frosted cereal... I revel in each and every human emotion. I wring them out for whatever they are worth because someday, after I'm 165, I will forgo all of that and be chill.

On my walks, I listen to Kathy Smith. Not because I need her to tell me how to walk, but I need that musical beat to keep me on track or I find that I have stopped somewhere and I am staring at a beautiful tree that has just burst it's buds... or a neighbor has rearranged their yard and it's breath-taking. The music keeps my feet moving so my mind will stop thinking. The muscles pump out all that stored tension and my stride lengthens and soon I am loping along with my thoughts floating across my mind like clouds on a windy day, just color and shadows.

Right about then, I'm feeling the love. My heart begins to glow golden green and I smile taking such pleasure in my body and the beautiful earth... I let that love shower out onto the people and homes that I pass and I bless each one. I wish for each person in my neighborhood peace, love and joy. I wish them prosperity and whatever riches they may desire. My thoughts extend out to my family and friends and I hold each in my heart for a moment to wish with them their heart's deepest desires and my thoughts fly higher. Pretty soon, my whole neighborhood and town has been blanketed by love and I envision the world tenderly cradled in my heart. That beautiful blue planet that is so very precious to me....

And then I'm back in my front yard, and I know I live a blessed life.... all because I take morning walks.

Cafe´

Really, something so blissful should have a much more beautiful name for it... Even when I say it in español, the name doesn't capture the heat and flavor that fill my head with the rich layers swirling across my tongue onto the top of my mouth....Ahhh, my first cup of coffee... I love sitting on my patio with the cup near my face so that I can gently inhale the bouquet while my bottom lip caresses the edge of the cup. The sun dances patterns on my robe, the wind whispers softly in the pear tree, my eyes are half closed and I am lost in a sparkling brown maelstrom of taste and sensation... for now, there is nothing like my first cup of coffee in the morning...

and it's enough.