A moment before I leap, I hold my breath, my stomach tightens and all muscles tense to align for the most concentrated coordinated effort I can muster. I leap to live, to conquer, to explore, to play.
I leap to rejoice!
I leap to grab onto what is next as I celebrate what surrounds me and lies under my feet. I revel in the action of living and of this world. I live for every moment and savor the goods ones, playing with them over and over in my mind, like a mound of foxtails that begs to be run through and leaped over as the wind pushes trails about, here and there rearranging them for more variety, the spice of life.
All the topsy turvey upside down moments in this crazy life just make for a more exhilarating ride! So, let’s celebrate, join in, and leap!
Have a wonderful weederful weekend, all!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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4 Replies to “The Joy In Leaping”
Thank you dear Aina!
My days of leaping are over, but I can remember plunging into fields of wild daisies …
Well Jane, then we shall leap with our hearts and our imagination! Thank you for your visit.