The way it feels to laugh from the belly.
How free we are when we swing or jump stone to stone beside a river.
Maybe we forgot about being silly or telling stories.
We lost our shower-singing voices.
We got too busy to notice the chipmunk or stare out across a purple-flowered field and sigh.
Maybe we lost our way,
The noise of news and gossip dulling our ears. So we didn't hear the sparrow tell us how pretty she is.
Maybe work consumed the appreciation we had for the weeping willow, and we forgot how to find her comforting roots.
And maybe the couch became our resting place, no stream to skip rocks across.
It could be we simply became too tired to watch the sun set. Glimpses of her majesty just a reflection in the rear view mirror.
The creeping time swallows up the memories of long walks, and graffiti covers the bridges we sat under.
Maybe we just forgot the way to be.
We didn't see the boy and his swan or the laughter in the eyes of our pirates. We didn't sit all night with an 8 day free man. Because we didn't have the time...
Or did we?
Did we have all the time in the world?
And maybe just forgot to breathe in.
Maybe it's time to remember...and remember well who we are.
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