Today I was gifted a simple joy: to spend quiet time in the forest, among the woods, ferns, birds, trees and deer. It’s funny that when you really take the time to stop, physically, in your tracks, drop to the floor and just pay attention to the world around you that you see how much is going on. I am always amazed by how busy the forest is! Whether it is the forest floor teeming with ants, beetles, spiders, wasps and bees, birds, or animal tracks marking their recent passage through. As your gaze follows up the tallest tree, still there is all this action and activity. The forest is alive, busy and well – and you know what, for such a ‘quiet’ place it sure is noisy! When you turn down the volume on your own innner dialogue and almost merge with the forest you notice the hum of the insects, sometimes almost roaring in your ears; or the symphony of grasshoppers playing away in the long grass, or the delicate whooshing of birds in flight – and occasionally the wakening cries of birds of prey hovering overhead.
All of this gives rise to joy. Or, to quote Albert Einstein: ‘There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.’ I choose the latter – today the forest shared with me its very miraculous nature.