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I scroll through pictures on Instagram and Facebook and love
the green spaces and sparkling waters my friends share. I find myself longing
to step into these photographs and feel the breeze, smell the green and hear
the water lap at a sandy shore.
Though there are trees and bushes in my yard, I long for
wild places where the trees speak to one another of places and times beyond my
short life. Where the whole community of trees, plants, critters and rocks know
themselves as one entity, place as organism. I grow weary of our human focused
world. Too many of us don’t know we are one with everything that the whole
Earth and all upon it is one being of many beings working together to move us
into an ever greater understanding of who and what we are. And we are Life
itself.
Sometimes I sit in my backyard and close my eyes and know
even here all is one. The trees speak to one another and if I sit long enough
and listen, I find I’ve become a part of the conversation for their presence
has embraced me and soothed my angst.
Still I long for wild places until I realize those wild
places live within me. I’m not just one with nature, I am Nature. My longing
stems from my forgetting. It’s time to re-member myself, gather the fragments
of my consciousness and realize and realign with Oneness. Those photographs
become the images I’m already standing in. Even now as I sit here and type this
a stream is running through my mind and the birds are singing in my heart. I am
rooted and I am free to fly in the clouds. I’ve been gathered and I’ve been set
free.
