Spring evening, still and glimmering gold

Walking along the allotment path, my legs feel weighty.

Sinking consciously, pulled earthward with each step

My steps are not my own

I somehow sense that it is the earth itself taking steps.

Each step is deliberate and reverent. 

Nature is moving and I am part of that deep movement.

This is not at all transcendental. 

I am more and more grounded 

So that my body is of the earth, of Life.

A grateful presence