My happiest and most fulfilled moments are places like this. Cloaked by creation. Distanced from opinions. Unraveled by wonder. No success or stability matters here -just the ability to endure, thrive, and survive.
No real place to go. No real place to be.
Just some things to see whenever that time might be. Sun, air, and some terrain. No goals, agendas, or deadlines for arbitrary statistics that won’t matter in 20 years.
Worshiping in silence and solitude at sunrise. No lyrics. No ambience. No music. No specific thought. Simply awe and reverence, listening to trees groan, birds chirp, and the tiniest of creatures scatter about. The slap of bare feet on frozen ground. The rush of warm air heating a “breeze freezed” face. As if creation itself truly existed simply to worship. As if I am actually sitting where I was meant to be.
The more often I think about these times, the more discontent I become. The more often I meditate on these experiences, the more content I become. I believe that it may be that “thinking” produces variables while meditation accepts a holy clarity. Removing ME from the equation and simply receiving YOU instead.
Or, put plainly, when I actually think about what I felt, how it felt, and why I felt it, I realize that it was never the quiet, frozen mountain passes at sunrise, or the sweeping mountainside views at sunset that brought me peace. It was my security and comfort IN the unknown wilderness that brought the peace.
It was YOU with me that made it all so clear and beautiful.
