Tonight while on my walk. The walk that I know brings me in such close connection with Tyra. Our countless treks most certainly responsible for some wearing of the ground upon which I stepped this evening. I had the urge to skip. This urge is not uncommon to me. Truth be told I believe it is my true nature to skip and for this I am so grateful. I encourage you to try it some time. I've never witnessed a solemn skipper :-)
My sweet girl had a special skip of her own. Tyra took great high steps while physically supported. I smile with the memory of how she would walk (skip) when excited. Her legs would get going so fast and so high that her feet remained off the floor more than on. This was not pratical for serious ambulation and might have been frowned upon as 'lack of motor control' by clinicians. I say might because you could not frown when witnessing this JOY exude from my girls entire being. Her JOY was truly contagious.
Tonight I did not skip when the urge came. Tonight I was concerned that someone might spot me. That I might be observed as .... That I might not present as ....
When I entered the apartment after squelching the urge to skip in order to be observed as ... to present as... I remembered a favorite poem by Hafiz.
“TRIPPING OVER JOY
What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”
Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.”
So... If you happen to see me skipping along no need to call the men in white to take me away. I urge you to just smile with the recognition that I am "Tripping over JOY" (^hers^ & mine)