as extremely hard I wish the trees would speak back to me... no, not spiritually because I do feel that. but like actually sit, laugh, care, stare with me. it is not going to happen. my mind is powerful and re-wiring has, is, and will happen.
but.
turning a tree into a human. is impossible. and don't give me the "i'm possible shit" right now.it is not.
we are human.
we are human.
we are human.
trees create a forest. i will not be a part of their population, ever.
whales create a pod. i will not be part of their population, ever.
ever.
*It didn't feel right not acknowledging this photo. When I was 19 I lived in the Dominican Republic for 5 weeks (probably should have been 5 years but life isn't over yet).
My body felt the most aligned when I was moving bricks to build the houses you see in the back. What felt right about it was how natural it felt to be surrounded with the population here. I also just naturally began speaking mostly fluent Spanish/French. Again felt right.
I'm not sure if you feel it too but this boy's smile says something. It compares to when certain breezes cross your cheeks and it just feels different. This smile, has and always will feel different to me. I have another favorite photo with him and a group of kids and it just stands out. I am grateful for that.
I am grateful for the way this village had open doors, one place to gather for water, and no shoes. I wonder more days than not, what can I do to train myself to eventually give back to what they have gifted me.
I think this boy is a Seer. This smile says, "You are welcome," with the old soul heart filled laughter. "Now go back and return when you are ready."
"Make several mistakes, stay in the tunnel until the darkness turns into light (not because you clawed out), stay until your pupils dilate." He pats my back and says, "trust that only you will know when."
This smile says, "Dear child, you have to suffer. Don't leave the dark, rather seek the dark." He continues to laugh.
It is reasons such as this that I cannot stop the search. These moments captured and stained into memory. The "X" marks the spot on the weathered pirate's map sketched into our triple helix.
Do you ever wonder if it is the same magic that jumps into different moments? Magic sweeps into the breeze, the smile, into the sea lion, the child, the kiss, the plunge?
I believe the "Magic" ghost is personal to each human and follows you around. You will know it when you, feel it.
That is this Smile.
Thank you.
Comments