Doesn't it amaze you? It used to me, now I know too much, have seen too much, understand too much. It crowds my brain until I only have room for necessary thoughts.

But when I was a child it amazed me, I would watch my reflection in the window of the car as we drove.

Flex my fingers, wiggle my toes, think my thoughts. It was spectacular, magical, impossible.

Because I was me, and somehow I was here living, breathing, being. I existed in my body, in this world.

It blew my mind, I would wonder for hours Who Am I? asking my mother aloud from time to time. "You are an amazing, beautiful, talented little girl sweetie" But that's not the answer I was looking for.

I wanted to know how I could be, how any of it could. The sun and the moons and the stars. The wind and the earth and the waters. And me... Existing here all together just the way we are.

A big cosmic accident, a will of God? They didn't sate my desire to know either.

Sometimes when I really want to I push all thoughts out of my mind, and I lie very still and if I wait for long enough... I can grasp it, I can sense, touch it the wonder of being in this body with all my capabilities. It becomes so close that I again can breathe my wonder and my question... Who am I?