The word moving evokes so much for me. Obviously there is the practical application which implies the journey of discovery (looking and finding) and there is also the kinesthetic experience of energy (moving your body, your mind, your spirit).
I am moving.
I am practically dealing with my "things" - clothes, books, knick-knacks, gear - the accumulation that comes with a privileged First World life. I am also moving, kinesthetically. Seeking a new job and a new life challenge. Searching for the meaning of "home" and the figurative and literal baggage that goes along with that word. Finding ways to grow - through new hobbies (or new discoveries of old ones), exercises of the physical and mental kind that stimulate innovation and adventure, and a complete surrender to sunshine, water and fertile soil (the necessary ingredients to ensure that all of me is nurtured and all of me can flourish)!
As a physical being, I like to move. I like the stimulation that comes with firing your neurons, activating your muscles and sinew, taking that leap. I am an enthusiastic doer, I get things done, often with a huge smile on my face.
I love this time of year - Spring - when you can feel the Earth moving. Buds popping up on trees and plants; the sunshine pushing the cold air fronts away; the days getting longer.
It's a time for all of us to celebrate movement.
~ lml April 14, 2013
