I looked out at the courtyard today and watched the wind move through the elongated leaves of the trees below my balcony, dancing wildly like twenty-something-year-olds at a nightclub. They seemed so free, uninhibited by the worries of daily life. They moved without hesitation, and yet were connected to something larger. The tree itself moved with the leaves, sometimes countering their urges, sometimes moving in perfect harmony with their movements. How similar things in life truly are. I often feel like although I choose to follow my own path, move my body in a fashion that seems acceptable to my own consciousness, I am part of a larger whole. We all move together, our lives intersecting at times, and at others, repelling one another like the backside of a magnet.
Today I feel the wind on my face, and feel alive. Yesterday, I hid in my room, afraid to accept my discomfort and enjoy the act of simply being. I was battling the feelings of attachment, loss, physical discomfort, and unrealistic expectations. I missed the conveniences of living in the U.S., I wanted to be with my family, I felt ill, and I wanted to be happier than my emotional state was ready for. Today however, peace has overcome me. I’m just hoping it sticks around!
