I wander the world tracing the sky. So often I find myself amidst the clouds en route to places I dreamed of as a child. Although the reason for travel may be different, the vision and reality of now is so very satisfying albeit not a precise representation of the wishes of my childhood.
As a matter of fact I am quite surprised, often giddy, at where life and the universe carries me. Yes, I give myself to the energies that flow through space and time and have given up manufacturing pathways. I prefer now a days to walk the path of light that is laid beneath my feet. It reveals itself and I take my step. And before I do, I am sure to be consciously aware and full of gratitude before I lay heal toe to ground.
I find myself full of joy when I walk the streets that I do. For some reason, coming to Paris and walking these streets feels like home. I don’t quite know the reason, but it just feels like home. This trip in particular feels so easy and right and for the first time I am hearing a language I am understanding more clearly with every uttered word. I comprehend more now than I have ever been able in the past. This knowledge seems to make things so much more rich and profound. Lucky am I to absorb a language rich in love and light.
And so after tracing the sky, I find myself alive and beaming with light as I move to rest my head after a day of travel and reclamation. I move to retire as I have returned to a city that feels like an extension of my own physicality and energy. I am a lucky individual to be able to absorb this city as often as I do. I am grateful as well as honored to be an inhabitant of such majesty and grace. May I walk your streets with admiration and appreciation drawing the historical magic into my own bones and veins. May your beauty run through my veins.
I’ve often thought that there may be a place for everyone. That each person may have a true home, a true extension of their physicality, whether they’ve come across it yet or not. For one friend, it’s the mountains. For another, the city of Copenhagen. How joyous for you that you’ve found Paris!