Walking and Dancing with nature

It’s remarkable how the senses can be heightened, reactivated, appreciated for the ability to perceive beauty and wonder at times.

Just walking down the sidewalk yesterday I witnessed flower petals swirling just above the surface of the grey-brown, worn, and slightly cracked concrete surface that had surprisingly been warm enough to the touch to be considered hot on this late day in May; a perfectly clear sunny day 5 blocks from the ocean that even San Francisco felt as if it were a beach town.

These flower petals were about the size of a dime and a combination of white and pinkish-red.

I believe there were about 6 of them, maybe 7, dancing around each other as if there was a small air curtain running just above the ground and a stage curtain had been lifted right in front of them and myself.

The cadence of a nice, brisk walk can be as stultifying and freeing as any lavish excursion, but especially when the limelight of another unemployment allows you to consider who you really are begins to set into your very muscles down to the last nerve ending, it releases you completely.

Then my thoughts fell to my family, and I felt changed.