Walking Charlie in the Spring air today, my heart Stirred. I felt it Lift and Soar and Jump in my Chest. A Warmth spread like honey warmed by the sun in my sweater and a small smile started to coax the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t help it, my head slowly rose to the sky as my breath became Deep and Full in my tummy.
A warm gust of air brushed little strands of hair across my face. Ice snapped and crackled under my boots. A bird sang a hopeful song. And there it was. A Melody. Life’s Melody. Awakening my senses and stirring me Once More.
I love you Life. Sing to Me Again. Wake me Up to Your Pleasures. Make me Dance this Beautiful Dance with you.
You’re the Ultimate.
I Love You.
Quand je suis Calme, je peux L’entendre.
J’ai realize au’jourd’hui que mon coeur l’entend avant moi.
Marcher Charlie dans l’air du printemps au’jourd’hui mon coeur s’agitait. Je l’ai senti se soulever, et sauter dans ma poitrine. Une chaleur repandue comme du miel rechauffe par le soliel dans mon pull et un petit sourire a commence a cajoler aux coins de ma bouche. Je ne pouvez pas m’en empecher, ma tete monta lentement vers le ciel alors que ma respiration devenait profonde et pleine dans mon ventre.
Une boufee d’air chaud effleura de petites meches de cheveux sur mon visage. La glace s’est cassee et a crepite sous mes bottes. Un oiseau a chante une chanson pleine d’espoir. Et C’etait La. Une Melodie. Melodie de la Vie. Eveillant mes sens et me remuant encore une fois.
Je t’aime Le Vie. Chante Encore pour moi. Revielle moi a tes plaisirs. Fais moi c’est une Belle Danse Avec Toi.
Today was a day for Pantyhose Calamities and Other Trivialities that left me with zero time to walk to work. I regrettably hailed a cab, much to the chagrin of my New Years Resolution Mindset of watching my Pointless Expenditures.
A Lovely Sheik man smiled at me as I tossed my Time Crunched Harried Self into the backseat of the cab.
We talked of the Cold Snap and Calgary’s Bizarre Weather Patterns for awhile until we reached a Pleasant Shared Silence.
I looked up quickly from my phone when he guffawed So Mischievously. He said with his Lilting Indian Accent,
“That woman, she locks up her car so no one will steal it! She doesn’t know the car will leave itself!”
A No Parking Zone. Gosh Darn. Yep. The car will be definitely Leaving Itself!
One thing I’ve come to Love and Expect from Sheik drivers is this Absurd Humor. One that Laughs at Life’s Ridiculousness and the Fallibility of Humanity.
I’ve Learned so much about not taking Life or Myself Too Seriously from my Happy Mustachioed Brightly Coloured Turban Wearing Life Loving Sheik Taxi Drivers.
Riding the elevator to work today, I had this incredible overwhelming sense of love for all aboard. I didn’t know their stories nor their backgrounds. I didn’t know if they were good people or ones with horrible wicked tendencies. There was just this feeling of camaraderie. A sense of we are in this together and not meaning the four walls of the elevator.
We all shared one experience for sure. Birth. We were born into the world. Pure. Then everything became different. Vastly different for each one of us.
Life catapulted us forward. Some to privilege. Some straight into a path of suffering. But like birth, one thing we still experience together that’s the same is life force. A beating heart.
Because we breathe, we are worthy. Worthy of respect. Even the worst of us.
I felt an overwhelming desire that just that one day if possible even the not so deserving would have a good day. A peaceful one. One of hope. One of clarity. A day where the road was easier. The sun would shine a little warmer on their face.