Inside of A Drop of Water

You are everything.
You are a complete biosphere
of microorganisms and life force. You are
understanding and movement. You are lost and found.
Like the mysterious sock that emerges from the dryer without its mate.

There is light and dark. There is aging then death. It’s all the same. We are
here and they are there. We encapsulate all these tiny moments on a long continuum.

Who do you choose to be in this moment? A caring daughter, parental caretaker, older sister,
attentive friend, supportive spouse, present step-mother, or committed employee. You are an infinite number of decision trees that flow into one another.

You are deliciously simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and gourmet
carrot ice cream. Your warrior soul comes from steadfast Capra genus
and wild red hair from the salon. You are Three Stooges and Cinéma France.

You are great skin and bad backs. You are an ex-smoker and a health and wellness coach. You are silly and serious. You use humor to cover the mistakes. You know when to blame the farts on the dog. You are different variables all happening at the same time in cascade. You are waves in the ocean. You change direction when you need to.
You lap up into and meet yourself.

You are perfect balance and stumbling grace.

You can retreat and pause any time you like and still end up
where you are. Your sanctuary is a library; find safety on its warm leather
couches, pull your favorite book from its shelves and be lulled by the rhythm of raindrops on its window panes. This internal space lives in your present mind always open and accessible. Your stillness allows action and movement. Even butterflies and birds take time to glide on their chosen air currents. You have an infinite number of books, memories, and choices to draw from.
Past and future are all at once here.

Your life is an Escher drawing but not in a cruel or confusing way.
Let’s rethink that. Maybe your life is just an Etch-o-Sketch. Shake the toy
and the scene resets. Nothing is written in sand that the ocean can’t wash away.

Their future is not yours. Your future hasn’t even been lived yet.

There are beautiful and elegant loops in your life.

Like light and water, you bend and refract into yourself. Your beauty creates this beauty. Your pain creates this pain. The waves carry you forward.

Your life is all connectedness and all knowing.

You are a precious drop of water for a thirsty soul.

Felicia is driven by curiosity. She takes things apart and puts them back together: dryers, door handles and ideas. She values directness as well as kindness. In life or salsa class she will be moving in the opposite direction of the crowd (sometimes not on purpose). Her family is nice enough to leave all the drawers open for her to push in so she feels useful. She lives outside of Boston on the North Shore with a large man with a heart of gold, a tween who sings like an angel but can’t remember to wear her own coat home from school and a greyhound named Arnie who enjoys crispy bread. You can follow Felicia on her website, LinkedIn and Facebook.

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