Look into the small child’s eyes, watch him gently interact with his sister, making snowmen outside the ski lodge, finding long pine cones for noses, chunks of gravel for eyes and smiles so big they stretch from ear to snowy ear. Learn they are from Australia where sand is usually their medium for play. Feel the sun on your face as you ski through the woods watching shadows of tall trees spread before. Feel your body work hard to climb the hills and struggle for control as you charge down hills hoping to stay upright, inevitably falling, sprawling, laughing, hurting, finally with sixty year old difficulty rising to an upward incline once again.
Hear the music from inside the lodge and the footsteps of the dancers all together, bodies passing, feet tapping, around and round we go taking in the energy of the movement as we hold hands and smile. My newness is embraced as I am taken into this sacred circle.
Taste the aliveness of my being. Hold hands, squeeze the special ones, feel my heart grow, enjoy the surprises, celebrate the differences, jump about, make new friends, share ideas, find out about different lifestyles, love everyone and everything—share who you are. You have so much love to give and let all the love that comes to you wash over you like a warm waterfall.
Look up, eyes open, arms outstretched, take it, you own it, you deserve it, it’s yours to give and it is yours to receive.
January 2010
Valerie
