I wrote this 11 years ago.

To understand this world you must feel it, breathe in its air as it breathes you in; dance with it as it dances , caress the wind and be caressed in turn. And as I dance and breathe and touch I wonder if there are others experiencing the world as I do or are they all just caught up in the mundane details unable to see the larger world except in momentary glimpses.

And now I feel ensnared. Caught fast in amber. Unable to feel my way through.

I remember that feeling. That singular euphoria of feeling so much a part of the living world that I was connected to its very breathe.

And I now only see it in brief glimpses, which feel insubstantial. There’s no time, it seems, to just be.

And that is what is required. Time to just be in the world. Without tether. Free. With only those physically by your side to share it with you.