As I walked in darkness
this morning, the usual sense of limitations fell away. Without reference to cues on the landscape, I could walk as fast as my heartbeat and the measure of my breathing permitted, as slow as my feet insisted.
In the darkness, I learned patience. I could not gauge how far away a yard light was; I could not see the approaching corner. I reached them when I reached them.
Across the marsh, an owl called: Who-whooo whooo whooo whooo.
Who are you, I asked. Who am I? Later the owl called again.
You walk out in darkness, back in darkness. You cannot hurry the sunrise. What a lovely way to break one's rigid expectations about how the world should be: by experiencing it as it is.
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