Crack Open the Gates

Notice anything new lately? Anything caught your eye in a way that has asked you to stop and look closer? I’m on a mission. I’m out to see what I can see, feel what I can feel, fully experience what comes at me. This new awareness shocked me one recent morning on a cold jog down our dirt drive. I may never be the same.

I’ve done this run a bunch of times. There are the neighbor’s farm animals grazing in pastures, big sky and wispy clouds above, crunchy gravel and dirt below, snow-capped mountains off my left shoulder, and my dogs alternately loping and stopping to sniff a patch of ground here and there. I’ve seen it a lot. Always enjoy it, and always feel so much better for having been outside breathing hard before my workday begins.

This run turned out different, though. “Paper Airplane”, the new music from Alison Krauss and Union Station was playing in my ears and filling my head and soul with a fullness I cannot adequately describe. Good music has always had that effect on me. My fingers ached because my gloves were too thin. Frozen mud ruts on the road were doing their best to roll my ankles over. My nose was running and I was anxious to begin generating heat. Out of nowhere I felt and heard a rumbling. A fast, relentless drumming sound that came bearing down on me from behind. “Duck, Sharon, duck!” was all I could think as the sound and movement flashed by my right eye in a blur of power. Oh! It was the neighbor’s new Palomino on the other side of the fence along the road. I stopped running. I had to. The power of his flight demanded that I look. He got to the top of the hill, turned around, and came on back. He raced past me again with his head held high and back; almost like he was checking his speed. His hooves hit the ground hard and I could feel the thud of each one. He stopped again, wheeled around and charged back up the hill. Even the dogs had stopped at this point and were watching him. All I could think was, “Now that is power, and this is so worth watching”.

That’s when the gates of awareness seemed to unlock and open. Suddenly, what I had been missing, while lost in the music, was visible and I greedily drank it in; the thin white three-quarter moon high in the southern sky, the smell of the fresh hoof-churned dirt, the round chest muscles of that horse, the cocked head of my dog, Jack, wanting to go on. I saw the clear edges of the fence posts coated in a thin frost. A meadowlark perched on a barbed wire fence, pushing his broad yellow breast forward, sang out and we all looked. The images and sounds and smells wouldn’t stop. In that minute and a half my senses were cracked open and awake. I stood there gawking at my world. And the rest of the day was different.

Now I want more.

What have you noticed lately? Are you moving through your life following old patterns that dim the magic of each and every moment?

Crack open your gates of awareness. You’ll be amazed at what is out there.


Hello Out There!

Hello World! This is sharonfromamerica blogging to you from my little corner of our planet at the foot of the Wind River Mountains in Wyoming, U.S.A. Can you stand another blog? Is there room out there for my voice amidst all the other marvelous voices and perspectives? I hope so.

Who is this sharonfromamerica? Is she one of those stereotypical Americans? You know the ones. They are big, loud, always smiling, in your face. I am here to declare, in the best possible way, that I am one of them. Not big, though… expressive. Not loud…enthusiastic. Smiling? YES. Smiling at the wonder of it all. Smiling to engage you. In your face? Not really, just curious about how we are all alike and how we are different. Why are we so alike? What makes us different? Sharonfromamerica is out to discover myself, and you, in this big, wide world. In faraway places and close to home.

I’ll start this search by looking at my passions and how they connect me to the world. Passions that include: beekeeping, long hikes, coffee and coffee shops, teaching young children, dogs, travel, good books, music, guitar, Quaker Spirituality, fitness, coaching.

Join me, won’t you? See if you recognize yourself in me,  my interests, and what inspires me.


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