The other day while I was driving my daughters to school the song Return to Innocence by Enigma came on the radio.
Chills thundered from my knee caps to the top of my head, as goosebumps erupted in my ears to my toes.
I was 15 years old again. Rollerblades strapped to my feet. I wanted to be an ice skater. I found the sequined leotard, nude panty hoes and alpine white skates the epitome of grace.
I would pretend to be in the finals of the Olympic Games—the lights dim as I skate onto the ice, ankles crossed in position, arms frozen above my head. The sound of my blades slicing the ice, like a samurai severing the air in two with his sword, echoing through the arena. Around and around I go, creating lyrics with my body as I turn, jump and spin.
As the song ends, I open my eyes, my skin baked by the desert sun, now the same color as the brick patio, sweat drenching my neon capris. I’m out of breath with a giant smile on my face, goosebumps swallowing my skin. Four minutes of surrender to the music and my dream brought me happiness—freedom.
I could have changed the station that morning. I could have ignored it, rolled my eyes and dismissed the overplayed synthesized spiritual twang of ’94, but I didn’t.
Instead, I dove into the feeling that arose, I listened to what my spirit needed. She needed to smile, reminisce and play. She danced through my skin, leaving behind blisters of joy—goosebumps, an ear to ear grin and watery eyes.
I gauge a good day by the number of times I get the goosebumps. Why? Because it is a sign I am listening to my spirit, being guided by her. Goosebumps are the smile of our spirits—we can never smile enough.
So, here are 101 ways to get the goosebumps….
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