Embodying Passion

I’ve been getting up at 5 am and pulling on a pair of shorts ‚ unusual in England to have it warm enough to wear shorts at that hour‚ and taking myself out the door and up the road. Within 10 minutes I’m walking along the beautiful Sussex Downs. The scent of the Elderberry blossom is thick in the air. I can almost taste the sweet gentle bouquet in my mouth as I walk along. Horse droppings add an earthy counterpoint. The chunks of flint scattered across the pathway require attention as I step energetically into the next moment. I notice the sun shining through the occasional cloud cover and the little white farmers cottage sitting regally in the middle of the far hillside. My approach startles a bird from the Hawthorn tree overhanging the path. I breathe rhythmically and deeply. I delight in the movement and suppleness of my body. It thrills me as my feet drum the ground, reverberations run deliciously up my legs. Tickling. Teasing. Revitalising. Thrilled to be here. Excited to dance once again in my body with the laughter of the natural world embracing me. We are one. Expanded beyond the boundaries of physical structure. Free from the order of the day, the expected, the done thing. Free to be passionate about life.

And giggling as I allow the vibration of life, which awakening, surges through me.