while dangling from ring to ring and acting like a warrior ninja is not necessarily in my range of interests or in my physical capabilities, riding on a beach cruiser, watching the sunset, and pedaling along the beach was what i needed. fresh air and the waves crashing. therapeutic in a way, though i was not flying solo, for those moments i didn’t have to worry – no time for it and my heart was happy. i was like a little kid seeing things for the first time – probably because it was the first time I was down there taking in the beauty of the day as the night shortly followed.
dinner watching the waves crash, the ferris wheel which reminded me of 5 people you meet in heaven, and so many people still hanging out at the pier – there was no time to even think about what time it was. well, until the bikes were loaded back in, with handles dangling out and a slightly unstable net holding it in…guess what time it was? yeah, time to leave the beach – but good music on the way home made it even better.
you paint? of course not. music. the universal language of the world. i was introduced to his beloved, heard a few songs, and realized once again that watching others doing things that they are incredibly passionate about, is one of the most exciting things to witness. there is something so immensely beautiful about people when they are engaged, and in their element…listening to them jam, sing out loud, and the understanding that notes can carry a song in any which way direction – pure awesomeness.
it’s the freedom that i feel when am playing on my keys at home – it’s the freedom i feel when i modify or go deeper into some of my yoga poses. passion. It is God-given, and in many ways, it is still waiting to be discovered.
just as we have experienced, and just as we have learned – it is time to give, to love, and give love.
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