I've been doing a lot of walking these days. I've made peace with my body, with my soul actually. I am in my own skin and loving the moment. This moment. The only moment there is.
I took a different route home yesterday. I just chose random streets to walk up heading in the general direction of home, trusting that eventually I'd reach my destination. Walking up one street, I came upon a large park. A park I didn't even know existed. It was tree-lined and dipped down in the middle to a playing field. I edged my way down the hill, stopping just short of the bottom and found myself a little patch of grass to lay down on. I read for a bit, then curled up and fell asleep, the sun beating down on my face. I could feel myself smiling, grinning from ear to ear as I napped. This moment was perfect. As every moment was beginning to be.
From the park I continued walking. The streets were lined with huge maples. I pulled down one of the large leaves and carried it along with me, waving it like a flag as I walked. Still grinning like an idiot. And loving it.
I noticed that the area I was entering seemed familiar. I looked to my left and saw the home of a former client. A little girl I'd worked with some years ago. I popped across the street and rang their doorbell, remembering the moments we'd shared together. They weren't home but I could feel their presence in my heart. I was filled with gratitude as I thought of how our lives overlapped for the brief time of our work together. And I reflected on the many lives that have intersected mine so far on this journey. And I realized that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. To continue to enjoy the moments of touching people's lives and having their lives touch mine.