Taking a Walk, taking a breath

Change at the speed of light or of nature

“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” John Muir

Planting my feet as I begin my walk, I start to feel grounded. I notice the tiny ants winding their way, the morning sun somewhat shaded by the live oaks, the stirring of an almost breeze. Haziness in the sky coming from Saharan dust envelops the valley.

Although in the midst of summer, there is a sense of change beyond what my eyes reveal. A felt sense of knowing that only everything is in process. Always in movement. Recently reminded that the Cosmos is an information passageway for those who are aware of ancient cyclical patterns carved on cave walls around the planet. Symbols that are in alignment with the solar system after eons. As above, so below.

Lost in translation without the storytellers, new stories come and go reinterpreted according to what appears to be real in a given moment. Like the breath, the contracting and expanding of our lungs, the earth has its own breathing pattern.

Today I am imagining a continuing narrative co-created with the natural rhythms. Open to resonating to a new beat. Wondering about the cicadas and the distinct sound of deep summer. Allowing that all is well.