I
put out my hands, palms up. Cupping them together, wide and relaxed, they
looked like a soft landing, a place upon which a bird could light or into
which something would gently fall: a feather, leaves, seed pods from the tree
overhead.
Their
form bore an uncanny likeness to freedom, independence, and the ability to
receive and embrace.
I
said, “Here are our lives. See how they are spacious: receiving opportunities, open
to patulous possibilities and the sweeping breath of life. This is beautiful!
It is what is happening to, and for, us right now.”
Then
the shining brilliance of the world lifted itself up, flew in and out of the golden-rimmed
clouds and dripping canopy of leaves … and then, tousled, it tumbled right into
the center of our shared moment.
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