LYRICS - A pair of black faded jeans wrap around my legs as the legs cross over eachother while I sit and watch. A mini spa moment for me, a little sitting on this faded black plastic lawn chair, tucked under a little bit of shade under the hot Sedona sun. The sun seeming to be having a little affair with the earth, their passtion turnign the mesas, the mountains, and bluffs a soft ruddy rouge. For nowhere else in the Arizona desert does the land hold such and immense mysterious power. So I sit. First noticing my toes. Not visually, but from the inside out. Feeling my feet without moving and only moving up my legs once I've felt that urgent throbbing of pulse and energy from my feet then slowly to my knees, relaxing them both with a few deep breaths and then onto my upper legs, hips, waist. With a deep belly breath in, and then slowly out, I relax my chest. The life force floods through my body, into my back, spine and arms. Feeling each inch of my skin, muscles, and bones from the inside, sending energizing breaths and healing my body inch by inch. Now, at my neck, I feel my throat, the air passing through my nose. Conscious of my face, I close my eyes and feel each eye, cheek, temple, ear, jaw one by one. Noticing the energy rise in my face and body, a gentle buzzing sensation, the sound of a faraway lawn mower engine buzzing peacefully on a silent sunny sunday morning. With a renewed aliveness, a stronger presence in my body. I feel as though I fill it up more fully, using all the spaces inside me to fill with aliveness. So I sit and watch, now squarely in the middle of my mini spa break. Some time has passed, the experience of arriving in my body is timeless in the 3-5 minutes that must have lapsed. Proclaiming the physical space that I take up on our earth for myself. And so I sit and watch with little judgements, with little mental chatter and with little anything else at all. A zen monk, Thich Nhat Hahn, once suggested, "Don't just do something, just sit there." Relaxing into that warn, accepting ...
