Don't Move

Everyone reaches out for connection. Few know how to find it.

“Don’t move. Sense the movement around you. This is the essence of connection.” Anne finished the slow moving Tai Chi exercise and bowed its end.

The class remained in place, not moving until the moment was released. She watched the relaxed expressions on faces become filled with the worries and plans of the day. “Om.” Anne breathed the primordial sound of the universe in and out.

“Excuse me?”

The words slowly penetrated into Anne’s mind, like an invading force. She opened her eyes, took in the neat suited appearance of the stranger and waited for what would come next.

“Are you okay? You looked like you were kind of struggling with some inner turmoil. Can I help or call someone? You don’t have to be here all alone.”

“You didn’t notice I was teaching the divine path? My group of students must have passed you when you focused on me.” Anne closed her eyes, preparing to sink back into meditation.

“Oh. Sorry. Most people don’t want to be alone in the middle of a busy park. I’m Harry Morgan.”

A hand brushed hers seeking fingers to shake. In his own way Harry Morgan wanted to connect. Anne took a deep breath, held it, let it slowly out. She took his hand, raised to her lips, and said, “Don’t move. Sense the movement around you. This is the essence of connection.”

She let go of his hand. "Be still. Become mindfulness. What do you hear?" The sound of birds in nearby trees became music. The one on one class with the newest student had just begun.

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