In the presence of a Midwest spring

Inhale.
 
I sink into the earth. The sand warm and supportive. Gritty, molding.
 
Exhale.
 
I sink into the earth from which I came. Attentive to her quiet and powerful energy; her soft, permeating heartbeat.
 
Inhale.
 
It’s morning and I walk along the river. Body sore and awake from yoga, I walk by the glistening river. It flutters in the sun, warming up as winter recedes. Flexing its muscles. Returning to itself. Invigorating and hopeful, a privilege to witness. If only one pays attention.

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