from Stirring the Mud, Barbara Hurd

In the moments I can stop the chatter in my mind, the world seems somehow closer. 
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The task shifts from keeping the world at a safe decible distance to letting more of the world in.
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"Keep walking, though there's no place to get to." -Rumi 
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The mind doesn't help. It's the body that knows, that tells me when the direction is right: heart thump and stomach churn, the warmth spreading across my chest, steady steps, the expansiveness, the way I'm in love with the world.
Or when the direction is wrong: blurred eyes, lethargy, the halting steps, snagged by hesitation, the pettiness I can sink to. 

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"the gift of this very day"