Because it isn’t a fitness class!
It’s the way she effortlessly squats to clean a spot off the floor. It’s the way she slowly takes one stair at a time, bouncing a little, because each step deserves it’s moment. It’s adjusting the weight into balance so nothing between heaven and earth is heavy. Then, she pauses for a breath before the words come forth.
It’s the way her eyes smile as she thanks the cashier, absorbing the wink of their hearts pulsing together.
It’s living life not only through her own eyes, but the eyes of all. Each life cherished. It’s knowing there is plenty, all around, all the time. Plenty of what? Well, every single thing the fingers can touch. And everything they can’t.