Isn’t it fascinating how different places call forth different energies from within? Complex beings we are… I find it amazing how it seems our inner being, or our soul, is apparently greatly affected by our environment, the people and the energy around us. Long have I been bewitched by this phenomenon… I’ve tried many things, breathed deeply many seasons. I’ve seen changes, growth and ugliness, and also great beauty, within myself, at different times… in different places.
I’ve lived many lives, felt the quality of many skins.
Increasingly, with time, apart from holy places on earth, I find the spirit calls me to nature, for silence, for quiet and deeply personal moments in the world away from man. Man… a beautiful and yet troubling puzzle. One, gladly, I do not have the job to solve or understand…
“When I sense the harmony of nature, I am brought to tears. Why should we be bored with life? Let us live life with the Spirit of God, the Spirit of Truth. The person who has the Spirit of God, who has Divine Wisdom, sees all things with love of God and notices all things. The wisdom of God makes him grasp all things and delight in all things.”- Elder Porphyrios
Creation moves always, with purpose, with perfect design and unfathomable synergy. To sit among such greatness of life I find deeply humbling, a stark reminder of my place within a far far greater picture than I could ever possibly begin to conceive. And yet, sitting in nature, I feel more understood, and more understanding of who I am, than I do anywhere else really. Nature helps me to die in myself, to accept my place… and to forget my place. To feel the solid earth beneath me. To see starlight bleeding into ink-blue sky. To watch naked flame consuming unseen air with sharp licks. The flight of birds. The call of the wild. All of it reminds me, speaks to me and sings a familiar song, awakening the silently flowing rivers of Light at the deepest part of my own nature.
I realise, more and more, how we are not the ‘nothing’ we are lead to believe; yet neither are we the ‘gods’ we may like to think.
Nature, of which human is a great and vital part, moves always with the Unseen, echoes with the Unheard.
Life, the canvas for the Divine Hand, a perpetual testimony of Grace.
During my last journey, me and a few friends celebrated a pal’s birthday up on top of a mountain near Lucca, Tuscany. There were no roads, no light pollution, just sounds of nature and perfectly clear skies. I delighted in the moments between celebrations when I could sneak off for a while and soak in the Creation around me… utter paradise! My mind really was set free in those couple of days, somewhere in Tuscany…