The environment and I were one, and the slower I went, the more I felt the entrance of what was around me, not entrance exactly, though now I consider that word - en trance - yes, perhaps that - Each step such a miracle, such a gift. I could have walked up that ramp forever, and, of course, after shopping, there was the coming down.
This morning, I splurged on organic blueberries, carefully chosen, stems plucked, mixed in a generously shaped white bowl with a thick vanilla yogurt. I sat down on the couch to eat and look out on the ridge embraced right now in fog. I tasted each blueberry. Each one had its own taste and texture. Each one had absorbed it's own amount of ripeness and sun. No two blueberries are alike, no two moments.
I am continually with the words of the Dalai Lama when asked about his happiest moment. "I think, now."
I sit here now, expanded on slowness, swirled in and through happiness, like blueberries in yogurt, grateful to be, grateful for feet, and grateful for connection we share.