Enjoying this breeze. Patient. Like all different types of people: fishermen/women, the couples with strong PDA, dancers on the public park stage, those indulging in herbal remedies, the consistent ‘whoosh’ of a jump-roper, a child’s desperate screams. All here for different reasons. None of which I know for certain. These sounds of life that all blend together in the sun beams.
But I do know they are living. They are breathing. They are here. Playing in the light. Springing in their lives that are happening now. Grounded in the uneven earth that supports them; LIVING in patience with all that we don’t know.
roadside yogi 