My eyes keep shifting. Everything in motion; I can't find a focal point. I'm curious, like a hummingbird curiously flitting from one fruitful flower to the next. My eyes look left, then suddenly my gaze jumps right. I turn to look over my shoulder and in an instant, I'm engulfed in a whirling cloud of dust and smoke, perfumed with smells of roasted nuts, fresh fruits, meats, rot. Lost in a motionless stance, the world spins around me. Mixed conversations meander past, emanating from every direction while the sound of footsteps patter in the foreground. Standing there feels like hours, stimulated by a conglomeration of things that ignite every single one of my senses and one, that is to me, seemingly only capable of being felt over an extension of time. However, in a mere minute, I sense everything. Here, nothing is motionless. Everything, dynamic.
What does it mean to BE dynamic?
Be energetic.
Be spirited.
Be zestful.
Be flexible.
Be magnetic.
Be open.
Here, I am learning. I am evolving. The children are evolving. A Dynamic BEing.
Shift your disposition. When you do, the world will too.