Outside
rages yet another storm.
The season has been uncommonly stormy as if human consciousness
affects the weather.
I shine equanimity. The patience of trees is a model for
me. I did not walk this morning, but when I do, I can feel into the surrounding
forest; it is invariably at peace with what is and this attitude of acceptance
is a comfort to me.
In the world of humanity these days there is a great deal
of noise, “sound and fury,” to quote William Shakespeare, “signifying nothing.”
If we ask ourselves a perfectly reasonable question in the face of all this:
What do I choose for myself? We could not do much better than to emulate the
example given by hawthorne, beech and hemlock.
When I feel, from the heart of
me, on an inhalation of fresh mountain air, the essence of their being, it is
love. It is peace. It is wellness with their state – broken branches or not –
gale force winds or a rare calm morning.
I breakfast on that energetic and attitudinal
ambrosia and thus I am well and shine a light of peace within the storm.
