Remember how it feels to be you …

I jog. Breathing in green and talking to the birds make it doable for me.

“Good morning with you,” I said to a Grackle who flew by to land near the pond. “I hear you,” I said, as he squeaked and whistled. And then I stopped, to wonder if I really did hear him. Was I listening … or just talking?

I joined him on the grassy slope. And as I sat there, I was present–not with the Grackle, but with me. That’s what I needed, to stop and feel the earth, to breathe with the water, surrounded by blue sky. I needed to feel like me, to get back to center where I could get a second wind.

Life isn’t a checklist. It’s a moment-by-moment experience.