Today I was inside my body and it felt wonderful. Time ran away from me and I did not try to chase it. Work was work. Work is always work but today especially it was not so bad. My favourite coworker and I had to do some stock management stuff that neither of us had ever done before but we did an okay job and the store will get by just fine.
I walked there and I walked home. Today, I took a diffrent route home - that was the key. I usually walk the same way there and back. When I first moved the path felt new and adventurous, now I am tired of my routine walk, though I still enjoy the fresh air and the opportunity to think. But today I took a strange turn and veered off of my tried and tested path.
I took the long way round to my little churchyard and sat on a bench beside the gravestones, gazing at a tree. I read a little of my book, took a few notes here and there but the tree demanded I acknowledged its presence, and paid attention to the squirrels and birds it held in its branches. And so I spent a long time gazing at the tree and thinking, jealously, how wonderful it must be to be a tree such as that, to be so thoroughly connected to the earth. Of course, I then realised that I am thoroughly connected to the earth and walked home in a daze, unable to stop ruminatig on what that truly meant.I made dinner and thought about each ingredients journey to my kitchen, how they all came from the earth. I felt... present? or perhaps awake suddenly. I sat down and found myself writing for several hours straight with an energy I didnt know I possessed.