I think there is a monk in all of us. The one that craves solitude, a breathing space, wide open spaces. To sit, bottom heavy, upon solid ground, eyes closed, quiet and still, empty, and conversely…full.
Full of silence and light and love and gravity. Full of the love of living and life.
It is so easy to get lost in distractions, pushed and pulled every which way because so much needs to get done. Now. Piles and piles of things. And among all those raggedy things, we lose ourselves, and our breath, and our center. Our spirits becoming thin as rails and ratchety. All teeth and bone.
But then, I think there is a monk in all of us. The one that likes to step out of all that crazy. The one that loves to breathe, and dance, and sit, bottom heavy, upon moss and stone, and breathe in all the light and love.
Yeah…that monk. You know the one I am talking about.