Tonight, my daughter and I stepped onto our porch to do some reading. The wind was warm as it rustled our clothes. I turned on a light as the sun began to set, and we read to the sound of frogs singing in the distance.
It was wonderful.
What greatness there is in this world. Such complexity. Such vastness, even in my own yard.
John Muir once said, “Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.”
I couldn’t agree more. Nature heals.
Nature has healed my battered and broken soul as I’ve searched high and low for truth. It has grounded me, and has made me feel part of something greater.
It has united me with not only people, but with the planet. For a long time I was part of a religion that separated instead of unified. Us versus them. Believers against unbelievers. Since I was taught that even the good things we did were as “filthy rags” unless one was inside the religion, the chasm was deep.
I honestly don’t know how I believed these things to be true for so long. Such manipulation was involved. It makes me sad to think about it.
As I’ve healed, the divide has now filled with peace, hope, and love. For everyone and everything. It is glorious and freeing!
What a beautiful and sacred world we live in. We needn’t be scared of opening our hearts in wonder to our life in the here and now. It is what we were made for.
This Sacred Life 