your daily rock : feel the rhythm.
The blood in your veins dances a sweet rhythm.
The birds flying by on their way South have their own rhythm.
The way your eyes fall on the face of your beloved–that’s a rhythm all its own.
Dare we dance?
As Jack Kerouac once wrote, “Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.”
It feels like he’s writing about life there–we are jumping from boulder to boulder with a heavy pack–we have to dance to stay standing.
Feel the rhythm. Let it sway you.
Love,
(These beautifully painted rocks are created by Kim Mailhot, aka The Rock Fairy.