Alive through my senses

I am so thankful for my eyes. 

They can absorb the ripples of the wind in a sky that feels endless.  When I was young, I use to lye on my back in the grass and look upwards, amazed by how big the sky seemed to be.  “What would happen if I fell UP?”  I thought.  “I would fall forever”.  The difference between now and then is that I would not mind falling; not this morning, when my senses take the lead and I am watching.   

The space around me is like sand, loose and cool between my fingers.  With my mind I take a handful and form these words, slowly, with enthusiasm.  The imagination of a child is the place we all began to enjoy our senses.  Adulthood offers stillness.  Now we can create without any expectations. 

A few days ago I spoke with a friend about her broken heart.  Age brings more and more sorrow…and then more.  And it brings each of us to a crossroads.  Will we be more foolish than our children?  Or will we embrace this miracle more than our childhood selves were capable.  Will we gaze into the sacred blue and think nothing, and enjoy.  Will we hear the sounds of silence?