I am in constant awe of my body’s ever-changing status. It constantly updates. I suspect even Facebook would not want to know that much. I didn’t, not for years.
My body is masterful in the day-to-day of living, always working to provide me the best experience. It’s a mystery, this genius. Mindfulness gives me glimpses into it–life unfiltered.
I am completely present, acutely aware of life all around me. As well, there is a constant chatter of my ego, an ongoing array of emotional possibilities that could present as a problematic news feed with myriad threads.
Charles Dickens wrote that “every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” I suspect I am that to myself as well. There are moments I figure out just enough to appreciate how profound existence is.
I need only to look into the face of an iris, purple with…
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