The linoleum peels up under the dusty baseboard heater and @theLumineers
remind me of a stretch of feeling that I haven't visited in a while, wistful and familiar like coffee on a dock alone at sunrise or a bitter IPA in a sushi restaurant at a table full of people I don't know.
It's a cool and sunny Sunday morning and the roasted vegetables taste exactly like mid-October should.
I'm gently rolling shaking off the soreness leftover from days of walking through the desert and the ten snowy miles I hiked yesterday.
I danced eyes closed body leading like I do every week, and I ran in the rocky dust looking west at yet another heart-stopping sunset.
Every fucking day is an adventure that fills my soul to bursting. Every day I do something new.
I'm getting stronger, but it's possible that miles and hours of using my body as a vehicle for play has done some damage and today I'm noticing with increasing clarity that I only have the one so I'd better start taking good care of it.
For days I've been so saturated in experience that I almost feel hungover - maybe I drank too much sky, too much wind, too much sun.
Or maybe I'm strengthening my heart in more ways than acclimating to the altitude - maybe capacity to fill and fill and fill with love is a kind of fitness too.
I know that I can stretch and expand in ways that today I can't even begin to imagine.
The most beautiful, sacred kind of growing pains a human can experience.
What a gift.
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