Blink.

When a person or circumstance or life knocks you down or even if you’re perfectly content, take a moment on the ground to remember your roots, to become one with the Earth once more. Lay there and feel the world turn beneath you. Similar to the way we do not feel the planet’s rotation, we do not feel the days slipping past. We are numb to the time slipping through our knuckles until the hourglass’ sand has returned to its origins beneath our feet and we eternally become that very sand that robbed us of one more sunset, of one more speechless moment, of one more skipped heartbeat. 

Pay special attention to the fragrance of winter soon approaching as the brisk winds sweep away what’s left of the leafs that were once held high with pride only to fall, in this present moment, ever so solitarily to meet the ground. They will once more be enclosed in the darkness that so cleverly occupies the time of both what was and what is yet to be. Patiently they wait to be reborn and transformed into the foundation of the most beautiful flowers, the most mystical forests, the most stunning rolling hills of spacious, gracious joy. Join me in my quest of discovery and appreciation, for the most incredible miracles are closer than one would dare to think and more frequent than one would dare to hope. Do not fear to be enveloped by the beauty that surrounds us. Breathe in the life of all that exists and exhale all of the beliefs that have died within you as father time clouded your conscious with doubts. Let them once more interact with the world, be transformed, and inhaled once again. Embrace the naturally cyclical pattern of life, but do not be blinded by the mundane routines that occupy the body and trap the mind. Open your eyes to the world and with every blink see it for the first time. Set your mind free to wander and let your body follow unconditionally.