When the hill is in front of you
Yes, that hill, that one.
Or go down to the sea,
That water that pulls you
Deep in your bones.
Be loud. Run.
Ask questions until you’re out of breath.
Listen to the whisper in your head that frightens you
(It might be joy).
We don’t need to know the secrets of the universe.
We really don’t. Our energy is best spent elsewhere.
Throw your arms beautifully in the air.
Watch the light play on your flamenco fingertips.
Shrug one shoulder and pretend you’re French.
Laugh like you’re a thirties movie star, deep and smokey.
After being everyone else for a while be yourself again.
Yes. Do it.