There is nothing to do. Being with and of the world is all there is.
This is constantly reflected back to us in every natural encounter. The butterfly just flutters by with no urgency. Stopping briefly to indulge in some sweet nectar before moving right along carried by the breeze. A squirrel gathers nuts pouncing from tree branch to tree branch stopping only for a quick game of zoomies with another nearby pal. The cormorants perch along the water’s edge with their wings spread wide open basking in the sun. Each moment of the day is lost on them as they are busy existing. Unknowingly they are in the flow of the natural world, each of them a crucial piece of this swirling space puzzle.
The older I get, the more I try to be like the butterflies, creatures and birds. Can I sit within the world around me and observe? Can I take only what I need when I need it? Can I be a part of the simple quiet beauty that is ever present?
This is the only way that makes sense to me. Existing as an act of devotion. Existing as an act of rebellion against the system. Existing as an act of surrender and flow. Existing as an act of coming back into rhythm with Her.
This is all there is. This is all there ever will be.
This lands so deeply in my heart and soul ❤️