Here

I’m here on this porch. Present, in my body. Breathing in and out. Muscles relaxed, resting. I’m here in this moment and everything up until now has brought me to here, where “here” is a place, a feeling, a mental state of being. My “here” is:

The back patio of my mother’s home.
A full, post-lunch satisfied tummy.
The warm breeze on my arms.
My sit bones against the seat of this chair, on a structure supported by the Earth below.
The nervousness in my body awaiting tomorrow’s initiation of a four week journey.
The love in my heart for the friends I already miss, and the new friends I have not yet met.
The patience to accept whatever and whoever crosses my path just as it is.
The patience to accept myself, just as I am.

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