something in the way she moves

Something in the way she moves reminds me of what it felt like to love movement for its own sake.  It’s that feeling I perceive she has that drew me back to the beam, bike, boat, board, boulder over and over again a thousand times and more.  She twists, turns, swings, rolls, flies as if one with the air surrounding her.  She yearns to return to like movements with fervor and persistence.  Learning is a by product of repetition but not the motivator by any stretch.  The simple joy of movement compels her to stay with it.  What would our world look like if we were each given space, freedom, support in finding our own rhythm...discovering the kind of movement that feels right...that allows us to move in perfect unison with its pulsation?  What if all life forms were allowed this freedom?  Watching her move makes me ponder the awe of being in a world that moves thus.   I think this is the image that the Divine holds hope for.

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