|mountain through the trees|
Until I notice my breath again, until I rest in the complexity, the mystery of "just this," "only this," and faith becomes my exhale.
Exiled no more,
I embrace the mountains and the trees
The desire for "other than this" veils both the substance and the essence of LIVING when the value placed on "it should be easier than this for me, for us, by now," stands in front of the beautiful, rugged mountain that life is. Mind wants to know, to understand and make sense of everything. But there are things that don't make sense, CAN'T make sense. Trees are lovely details (you know how I DO love them), but there are times when perspective shifts and they seem to be in the way. And yet, trees are part of the scenery, part of what is real. In our impatience we might want to cut them down, or cut ourselves off from our feelings, becoming entangled in emotional and mental branches like a kite that has caught it's tail, because we just don't understand the "why's" of life's complexities. And this is frustrating! To do so however, is to forget that all is sacred, All IS WELCOME.
Mountains are hard to climb. (Staircases are hard to climb!) We can plan for a journey up to a point, but there will be slippery rocks and jagged ones that we must to learn to negotiate. The beauty, amongst those sharp edges and possible falls make the awe of each moment more precarious, yes, but also far more precious.