Relaxed
Settled myself
Turned my consciousness inward
And breathed
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
She found that sad
The world was a more beautiful place
When magical creatures danced
A shame no one else knew the magic
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature
The best journeys, it seems to me, are the unplanned ones, taken on the spur of the moment, reliant on the benifecence of serendipity. I understand why not everyone who travels would agree with this. For serendipity to work, one must believe in it. Listen for its song. Follow its voice when it calls. One cannot do this if plans are laid down like concrete foundations. Planning must be fluid, flow like a rivulet on a sandy beach, as easily diverted as the whim of a child with a stick.
“Ummm, yeah. Yeah!” I stammered as what she was suggesting sank in with increasing gravity.
“Yeah! That would be awesome!”