Microdose

Today,  I walk as spirit.

While the rain makes its many varied drops and splooshes and pitter patters and splats...

I encounter a great many people in the forest—grateful that the human people are safely tucked away in their boxes and they have the freedom to exist as they please.

My presence disturbs them, tainted as it is by my humanity. Perhaps they will as yet forgive me for it.

Protected from the rain for a moment, I pause under a tree.

I feel it steady above me + the ground, unyielding, below-- anchored between life.

I am the tree.

And as the tree, I feel the pull of the river; the force of its life threatening to pull mine along with it. Eventually I will give in and let it pull my weight along down its winding journey to the end...

For now, I am strong.

I watch the raindrops dance across the surface of the river, each on their own, yet rippling outward into oneness.

I feel the droplets tracking across the grooves of my skin, coalescing at points before continuing on their way.

A heron flies overhead. A reminder that is is always worth it to pause + to notice.