All is calm in my realm right now. The sun is shining, birds are singing, and leaves on the trees are offering oxygen to my lungs.
I dip within to feel the similarity between branches in the trees, and branches in my lungs. I give a little nudge to the alveoli in my lungs, a tiny hug and squeeze to the tiny sacs allowing oxygen and carbon dioxide to move between my lungs and bloodstream.
There’s something about the smoke that’s been filling the air that has me wanting to honor all that pumps in me, pumps freshness, newness, and connection with what’s inside and outside this being I perceive of as “me”.
There’s a deeper awareness that I am here.
I settle into a widening peace as I ingest these words of Chung-tzu: When we understand, we are at the center of the circle, and there we sit while Yes and No chase each other around the circumference.
I sit here now centered in the campfire I am. I allow indecision to chase its tail in the dark, a darkness not relevant to the center of the hurricane, the eye, the I, the whole, the being I am right now, this moment, this reception that is core.