Last night, I stepped out the back door of my house to take out the garbage. It wasnt a remarkable moment, Ive done it thousands of times before and it’s nobody’s favorite chore. The house was hot and sticky, even late in the evening. As I opened the door the breeze rushed over me and my skin felt electric. I set the bag down and walked out onto the lawn. The sky was dark and friendly. Stars winked at me and the neighborhood whispered as homes went dark to rest. I sat quietly. The night and I shared a quiet revelation, a timeless peace and I simply sat quietly and enjoyed her song. I listened as the small creatures began their evenings, the sounds of the cars becoming less frequent and all around the dark embraced me. I stood to leave my companion, placed the bag in the garbage can, grabbed my t shirt and pulled it back over my head and reluctantly returned inside. Last night, Freedom was the night sky pressed against my bare chest as I took deep breaths in the silence and solitude of twinkling peace. I’ll never find a way to say thank you for a million tiny moments just like this, thousands of small movements in my own skin or deep breaths, unremarkable to most and life changing for me. For the first time in my life, I know what my own skin feels like. Thank you for setting me free.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 21:59:35 +0000
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