Nothing quite hits the spot like a dirty Blues drawl. My love for the Blues is so engrained in me, that it's in the way I glide and sink into the Earth as I walk, it the constant flicker of my heartstrings and the sound that plays when I'm angry and confused. It keeps the electricity in my veins pumping when I find inspiration. It consoles me when I'm down. It grounds me when I'm lost in the clouds.
Last night I experienced the perfect 10 minutes of bliss. It was a cold winter's evening and I was heading out to go teach my Pilates class. I rolled my iPod down to one of my favourites: John Lee Hooker. I cranked it up loud and made the straps of my bag tighter. I took a deep breath in and began to run. Yes, me, RAN! The streets were busy-bright and the air crisp. I focused on each step, each muscle and charged through the streets of London. With every step,John pushed me harder and made me stronger. It took me ten sweet minutes to get to my destination. I felt the love of the universe and the focus of the now.
Happy days.
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