A shift in thought. The thinking. Ideas. Not slight. But big change. Undercurrents. Undertow. Carving out direction with knowledge never had before. About motion. Inertia. Cold hard facts intertwined with magic. Awareness. Little blips of light in the sky. Voices in the dark. Energy thrumming veins.
There’s undeniable excitement in this push toward an end.
Getting our footing here makes us stronger for work we’ll do there. So we can come back, move on, be a runner in the middle. Doorway to doorway. Dimension to dimension.
Thinking we have it all figured out by believing what they’ve told us imprisons us. It’s hard discovering your reality when you’ve been taught to accept and adhere to the reality of others. What is physics? Is it code? Law? A system of beliefs? Am I stuck to the ground because of gravity or because I don’t truly believe I can fly? Where’s physics in my dreams? How can I imagine a world that does not exist if it hasn’t existed before?
Icy cold today. But it didn’t bother the dogs. They ran out happy, energized, toes in the snow. Cold Lake Huron air in their lungs. They stretched and played, shook off the tireds, did their deeds, then ran back inside with me for treats. Back scratches and belly rubs. Then went right back to sleep. One on the couch next to me. The other on a beanbag at my feet. While I read about how magic and hope and creativity essentially make us weak. That we all think alike, are prone to the same mistakes, and aren’t as smart as we believe. A book based on science. Whatever that is.
We’re better than all of this. I know it. My gut and heart tell me so.
All the imagination and hope becomes real once we release ourselves from gravity’s hold.
Life lights up. Senses wake. And by seeing what’s not present, hearing in the silence, we feel our way home.
~ KJ
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