Human merely being

I like the story that we are courageous beings that volunteered to set our infinite spirit souls into the most tiny dear tough earth of dirt on this most astonishing planet.  And then we forget we signed up for the adventure.

Thus we surf as best we can through the seasons of lives.  Winter coldness.  Summer heat and all the rain, snow, fog and storms in between.

The center seatbelt on this ride seems to me, is to find that memory of eagerness that brought me here. The belief that this was SUCH a good fun crazy essential delightful honor to be picked.  And to remember this during the simple moments of walking down the hallway, rug and sock feet cozy, photos of my earth family on the wall, heater blowing it’s warmth.  to remember this when all alone–no one is calling for me, in the dark rainy morning traversing blinding traffic to a job that seems so desperately useless.

Those are the moments I need to remember the applause of the universe to my tiny human, merely being, life.

Praise the earth!  Hurray to my body of cells, blood muscles and bones!  Cheers to the trees that comfort me!  I lift my face to the soft showers where my Dear One nourishes me–at every turn, breath, movement, sigh.