There is an intensity that I am attracted to. A boldness that pulls emotion from the seemingly empty or mundane, an energy that calls for color to seep into the corners of my peripheral vision, and an echo that falls gently, flowering around the shoulders of a enlivened soul.
There are many conduits to this living, breathing precipice of awakening. Nature, a work of art, a vision, a song, a picture, a person, a poem. Sometimes it comes from a breeze, many times it's the sunlight that seeps through naked branches in my back yard. When it arrives I see nothing else, and I am called to stretch the limits of my human understanding, unzip and climb out of my human skin, and feel the cold, damp air on my bare bones. A ball of fire spins, blazing underneath, blurring the lines between body and breathe. To unsheathe, to expose, to cut open and let our true selves mingle and swallow the air that keeps us alive, this is the intensity I seek.
And you, where do you find intensity? What moves you to the point where you feel buoyant and all ablaze?
Wishing you an impassioned Tuesday...