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  • Some days I long for the mountains. The wild places. Where my heart opens wide and my soul feels like the whole of the Earth. When time becomes something different, and the ache of my worked body has broken down any barriers to the sweet essence of life.

    But today I am here. On my sofa, looking at the small lake outside my window. There are fish, and sometimes they jump. The turtle will swim up with only its tiny head sticking out of the water. Some days I see a bright green iguana.

    Today I remember it is all wild. Today I look for the wild beauty in the most ordinary of spaces. Today I jump into my suburban resistance and smile. I walk through my neighborhood and appreciate the sidewalk. The land beneath it, the land that made the concrete itself. Today, I choose to find wild love in the mundane. Because it is my eyes that make it sacred more than anything else. And ears. And mind, and heart.

    Today, I love the plain spaces, for all the magic that they hold, hidden. And I know that I will love the high thin mountain air no less when I return.
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