A New Day, a New Dance

These days, which are very different than prior days, I rise a little earlier and spend a little time outdoors, listening to this new Place. New to me anyway.

I moved across country a month ago. I knew it was something I needed, but I didn’t expect this level of release and relief.

It comes in waves, and passes, but seems more and more to return like a tide…
In
And out

Like breathing deep.

It is a feeling of peace. A tingle of joy, that sometimes twists a little manic…just a taste.

But what I call mania may be in part, as my spouse suggests, something more like a first taste of what other people call “freedom”.

Freedom. I’m free. This a partial truth.

I’ve tasted it a time or three in my old place. But even the best and most beautiful kriyas only brushed up against this sense of safety, of “ground”… Now I’m wallowing in it almost daily. Mostly daily. Sometimes more.

The other place was around me like a weighted blanket that I could not see, and had been wearing for as long as i can remember. I didn't really know it was there, until I've felt it fall away.

I actually got married some 10 years back in this state. I already felt its draw way back, before I knew what terrors and healings the years would hold… it’s taken a long time to follow that impulse and relocate. It is perhaps my greatest privilege, or top three.

So this…elation…is new, kinda strange, a little scary, very thrilling, like levitating just one foot off the ground.

Yes, things here are different. I feel like a snake who shed a too-tight skin. I’m expanding. New ways are being found. It feels magical.

In Now Time, every new day is a new dance. Let come who may.

Oh hey...

Why did the 70 year old “chicken” cross the road?

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To watch "Fox News".

(Think about it. It’s got layers.)