My life has been moving very slowly lately. It's nice. Long, leisurely, all-day drives through the mountains and trees; conversations that go on, mostly uninterrupted, for three days; long stretches of contemplative silence; a chance to learn, to ponder, to unwind the pent-up backlog of everything that's collected in the corners of my brain over the past thirty-four years.
I feel calm. I feel much more at peace with myself than I ever have before. I feel much more capable of getting the most out of life, like things that have happened in the past don't have to weigh me down anymore.
Do you ever have dreams about flying? When I'm the most at peace, I have dreams about running-- just running endlessly over the curve of the earth, arms outstretched, brushing my fingers across the face of the world as I pass. That's kind of how I feel all the time now.
I have a great life.
I feel calm. I feel much more at peace with myself than I ever have before. I feel much more capable of getting the most out of life, like things that have happened in the past don't have to weigh me down anymore.
Do you ever have dreams about flying? When I'm the most at peace, I have dreams about running-- just running endlessly over the curve of the earth, arms outstretched, brushing my fingers across the face of the world as I pass. That's kind of how I feel all the time now.
I have a great life.