Glimpses

Each day, I walk out into nature to spend time in the forest and fields, in a world made of earth and rock and wood, and the water that cuts through them. This place, simple and sacred, feels far away from society, far from the meaningless noise of modern life.

Wisdom fills the forest. To hear it, I quiet my mind until it falls in tune with the sounds of nature: the hollow rush of summer winds blowing through pines that sway, the gentle sound of water bubbling over rocks in the creek, and the patterned calls of birds or cries of deer, songs ancient but unforgotten.

Nature speaks its own language, and it’s in this absence of human thought that authenticity resides. This emptiness helps me to loosen the grip of my own ideas, and to surrender my need to be something different from who I am. In doing so, I see glimpses of what is real. And glimpses of truth always bring glimpses of hope.