When we finally know life as a sacred gift, our lives change. It is the miracle all beings share; it is who we are. To sit in reverence for life is to have a quite soul, a soft touch, and a peace that passes understanding. 51 pages. Chapter Titles: The Victimless Accident, Muddy Boots, Waking Up is Not Enough, In My Opinion, It’s in Your Nature, Loving the World, The Mirror, Safekeeping, Who Would He Be?, The Question I Can’t Ask.
In a world that encourages mediocrity, you’ve chosen to remain conscious… and true to your limitless nature. Possibilities lay before you at ever turn – when you have the eyes to see them.
Reverence is a clearer lens to look deeply into truths you’ve always known, but may occasionally forget. We all do. But, with each remembrance we step into our magnificence more fully and come home.
Enjoy strolling through these letters as you would a lone country trail. Walk slowly and let the words seep into you and mingle with your own wisdom. There’s no hurry. No destination to get to. You are where you need to be.
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Chapter 2: Muddy Boots
“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” ~ C. S. Lewis
I'm glad I wore the boots. They gave me steady footing in the muddy grass.
I promised myself that no matter what, today I would hike in the forest. It had been so very long and I've been so computer-bound. I needed to reconnect. The sky was gray and the puddles on the blacktop told of the rain through the night. Somewhere a voice far off said, "It's too wet, stay home." But, a promise is a promise and I didn't want to break this one. Not this time.
So, I packed a lunch, grabbed my hat, jumped in the 4Runner and hit the road. Thirty miles to Idaho and the most beautiful lake in the world, Lake Coeur d'Alene. Normally it's hard to sight-see and drive at the same time – especially on a wet winding country road. But, no one was out. Too wet.
Around a bend I saw an old logging road off to my left. The gate across it said No Trespassing, No Hunting. Violators will be Prosecuted. No one was around. None silly enough to be out in this weather. I parked across the roadway and decided I'd risk the unlikely consequences.
In the summertime the trail would have been lush with verdant grasses; in January it was mostly mud. “That's what boots are for,” I silently reminded myself.
It was the rich fragrance that first grabbed me. Sweet - haunting. It spoke of something obscure yet familiar. I wanted to kneel and put my nose in the wet grasses and let their fragrance fill me up.
Ten minutes up the hill I rounded a bend and surprised a group of deer. They equally startled me. In a split second, off they flew in great effortless leaps...white tails signaling their good-byes. There's a tiny corner of my heart that dies a little each time a wild animal scurries away in fear of me. But, it's in their genes and my longing won't ever change that. Still, I'd love to feel their warm breath on my cheek.
My breaths grew deeper as my lungs demanded more and more air. Almost urgently. My body was bathing in the freshness of the rain-soaked air. High above, tall firs danced in winds that swayed them like tender saplings – making these mighty trees nothing but child's play.
The sound of rain on leaves hushed the damp world – even my breath. I tried to walk softly and not make a sound. To disturb the tranquility seemed nearly criminal. Somewhere along that walk I changed. I came home. I cried. Ah, this is what I needed... connecting to what is real. What is primal.
We are, after all, creatures of this world, no matter how many skyscrapers and miles of concrete we put between us and nature. No matter how we insulate our bodies from the elements. The animal in us wants to run in the forest and roll in the grassy meadows; to drink from an alpine stream and watch endlessly as the stars speckle the night sky.
You must do this. Your soul needs this. The rest of your life will make more sense and will find its place if you give yourself room to breathe. Today, find a tree, a field, a river or ocean...and just be there for a while. Let it work its magic on you. Fall in love.