The Spot

Spreading-my-arms-wide, face-lifted-to-God, rain-raising, tree-revealing, sky and heart opening...
It's not that it was my favorite day of the summer. The miracle lies in my recognition, feeling it pass through me and knowing that I am absolutely and completely happy.
Where did it come from? Probably a complex of coffee, shiver swimming, rapt reading. Without a doubt, the spark came from nature. The sound of rain mixing with beeches, the way the forest seems to turn when you pass through it. You know what I mean: you're walking through, you look deep into the heart of green and it..turns. There's no centre, but you can feel the rotation. Feels good.
Thunder boomed above us around 2, then again at 3. It felt like a voice tolling, demanding our acknowledgement: yes, this is a sacred moment.
I'm still intoxicated from the gift. Holy, holy, holy.
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