Toes Doing a Happy Dance




I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong.  John Lennon


Beautiful weather in Key West!  My toes are doing a happy dance in my sandals.  No hats, no gloves, I am so easily pleased!  Soon we will begin our journey of walking random streets, and absorbing the varying ethnicity surrounding us.  To hear the cadence of unknown languages is music to my ears (the American who is not bilingual).  Seeking out eyes first then noting unique features of the face and body's gait or how the body is being held. 

There is beauty to be found in each and every face.  There is a story to be told from where we have spent our time and space.  I look for the Divine hidden in each passing heart.  My face is open to conversation or a smile gracing some one's face. Chatting with store owners or wait staff there is always wisdom galore.  Brief snapshots into the dreams of people transitioning there from everywhere!

I walk with open palms sensing the energy passing me by.  I make note of the vibrations and the absence of them as well.  Few are those with all frequencies, but I know they exist there.  My face is radiant yet innocently invisible to the passing eye.
Yet there are those blessed times when eye meets eye and a silent exchange is made unnoticed by others passing by.  A nod of the head, a twinkle in the eye, a certain smile, connecting on some unknown level, but knowing we are all part of the Divine.

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