Not being dead.
Oh, and coffee.
Oh, and coffee.
This plus wind on my skin.Rain on my face. Because it quiets my mind.
You are once again proving your worth as the extended-me.This plus wind on my skin.
These are great, too.When I'm shocked speechless by something beautiful.
A dark starry sky.
One of my kids. Or all of them together.
Music.
An infrequently seen animal in the wild. Or underwater if I'm swimming/snorkeling.
When I hear someone say something really creative and funny, it surprises me, and I laugh hard.
When I accidentally write something beautiful. Not writing it, reading it back.
Riding a horse over a jump course.
Sweating because of exertion. Yoga, Fencing, Dance, or...whatever.
Not thinking, that's for sure. Thinking is unpleasant to me and does not make me feel alive. On the contrary, it makes me feel like a robot.
Quantum oneness. Once you get this down and realize (not as an intellectual exercise but in your bones) you're not a tiny separate cog in a big clockwork universe and neither is anything else...well. At that point a trip to the supermarket or trimming your toenails should impart the same sense of awe and wonder as viewing the night sky. All that Newtonian background noise makes for unpleasant thought...it's a source of perpetual angst. Hold up, God wants a donut...When I'm shocked speechless by something beautiful.
A dark starry sky.
One of my kids. Or all of them together.
Music.
An infrequently seen animal in the wild. Or underwater if I'm swimming/snorkeling.
When I hear someone say something really creative and funny, it surprises me, and I laugh hard.
When I accidentally write something beautiful. Not writing it, reading it back.
Riding a horse over a jump course.
Sweating because of exertion. Yoga, Fencing, Dance, or...whatever.
Not thinking, that's for sure. Thinking is unpleasant to me and does not make me feel alive. On the contrary, it makes me feel like a robot.
I am honored to claim such a title.You are once again proving your worth as the extended-me.