late afternoon leggy-looking shadows
..look like stripes on the ground.
They look like legs.
I look down at my own legs, and keep moving them, one after the other.
After the horrific bombs blew off limbs in Boston yesterday, I can’t stop appreciating my legs….the feel of them, the look of them, the freedom they represent, what they do.
From the moment I awoke today, I keep feeling, thinking about, and sensing my legs.
I wiggle my toes and feel sick to my stomach.
I send out thoughts of love to those with injuries, and recognize and appreciate mobility wherever I see it. I send feelings and energy of love to those whose legs are not working.
In spite, I believe the world is good. People are good.
Violence is a horrible mistake.