what comes naturally

A to Z challenge, theme: anatomy, day 15: O
Flash essay, 100 words 

I heard a faint rustling in the forest. Suddenly, five deer bounded right in front of me and loped off through the woods. I marveled at their beauty, grace, and sheer vibrant aliveness. 

Left to their unpolluted wildness, animals naturally do a good job of taking care of themselves. And it shows. They eat in accordance with their bodies’ needs. They generally don’t get obese or drunk or drug addicted. Neither do they need an exercise plan to work their abs, or glutes, or obliques.

Humans don’t even know how to do that anymore. So much to learn from nature.

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the transformative power of a run

A to Z challenge, theme: anatomy, day 12: L
Flash essay, 100 words 

I linger over my coffee, brooding. I’m sluggish, resistant. I sit half-heartedly fighting the ennui that keeps me in the chair with my melancholy thoughts. It would be so easy to just … not.

Somehow, I manage to make myself lace up, get up and out the door. I walk fast. Finally, I’m running. 

Legs pumping. Feet feeling the ground. Air in my lungs. Eyes soaking in the trees, the sky, the path ahead. I feel my aliveness with joy and gratitude, aware of my heart of compassion, my kinship with all of life. Creativity blooms. It’s a beautiful day.

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the prompt

A to Z challenge, theme: anatomy, day 8: H
Flash essay, 100 words

Head, heart, hands. All three get in on the act when a writing prompt presents itself.

The head immediately jumps all over the word or the photo, tossing it around, looking for an angle. 

The heart is right in there, too, reacting with memories and feelings. People and places burble up, somehow jolted from the depths by the prompt.

The hands wait patiently in the wings until finally they get the green light. Within seconds, the head and the heart are right back in the thick of things, changing it up.

Somehow, between the three of them, a story emerges.

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signs of spring

A to Z challenge, theme: anatomy, day 5: E
Flash essay, 100 words

It comes right on the heels of that first, glorious birdsong. My ears discern another unmistakable assurance of spring:  the sound of equipment.

Trucks, herbicide and pesticide sprayers, fertilizer spreaders, lawn mowers, chain saws, forklifts, weed whackers, rototillers, and more. It all comes to life in a rush.

Sure, climate change or health impacts are real concerns, but property values trump all that. Or, perhaps it’s the belief that the fabled Green New Deal is just over the horizon somewhere?

Another demonstration of our willingness to carry on the status quo, even when it’s patently against our own best interests.

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