It’s a strange thing. Waking up in the morning, knowing you are different somehow, feeling at your soul and bone and molecular level that things have changed. You look the same, but somewhere in your body, your soul, your spiritual makeup, in the sound you make when sitting still and the twitch of your tiniest muscles in the quiet, your light force life force, something is different.

All for a weekend. A sitting in the sun surrounded by trees and music and loving people connecting to the sounds and spirit of the green and growing, living, thriving, speaking earth and sky. Very “granola.” And very altering.

The rational mind, that person who lives inside your head, that mini-me in a business suit with a briefcase and a clipboard, that tiny doctor with a big cigar that always has your soul and spirit on a couch somewhere, finding symbolism and pathos in the unquantifiable, will tell you in many different ways that what you did was something different, less, more forgettable than it was. Not important. A picnic in the park. Not altering. Staring at the sunset. Beautiful, but not altering.

You’ve got to give that guy a vacation; even better – early retirement. Let your soul and body speak. Listen to the twitches and the tingles and the sun soaked sky breath that permeates your being, that vibration that lives inside you and let’s you rock, rock, rock with the ebb and flow of the Universe, that body-rhythm-system-pulse that keeps time with the heartbeat of the Divine.

Believe the sacred in you, the spiritual in you, the star stuff cosmos that lives in element and form and molecular diversity inside your body, an energetic dynasty of light and love and sound.

More important than any tiny Freud or CEO and with more power, voice, affect, and resonance, than that rational, literal, egoic space and place inside that serves well often – but not this time.

You are altering. Changing. Raising the vibration and shedding that old skin, embracing a new resonance with the universe, uniting body soul and spirit under with a transformed embodiment walking and talking, trailblazing. You are becoming new. Something different; something all the more whole.

Sarah Hart