Grounded

It is beautiful morning. I find myself in Texas, which granted isn't my favorite place to find myself in, but nevertheless I'm here and it is a beautiful morning.

One thing that has been on my mind lately is that I don't think we ever truly know where we are. Before you jump in and say, " I'm right here, you're right there.." let me say inquisitively, where is that?

For instance, like I said at the very beginning of this entry I find myself in Texas--but I only 'know' I am in Texas because this place has been labeled as Texas. This place as been designated as Texas, and where I regularly live is designated as Kansas City, but am I really where I think I am?

And my point of reference relies on what I see on a Map...but what if the map is wrong or not fully accurate? What if there were no maps to know where we are? What if all maps and points of reference were destroyed?

It is easy to ask 'what ifs' because we never really will know the answers until they arise.

--
Granted that this thought is somewhat incoherent and a bit of a stretch I follow it with this thought:

What I do know is that:
I find my feet on the ground, wherever that ground may be.
I find my eyes open to the sights that lie in front of me, whatever those sights may be.
I find my ears open to the sounds that engulf them.
I find my arms reaching for what is within and out of my reach.
I find my heart beating for the sake of life and living.
I find that I am where I am.
--
I am where I am.

You are where You are.

We're grounded atop the same earth, therefore connected.

Our hearts beat and the congruence of the rhythm brings life to our lives.
----