This morning I felt it. As I sometimes do. I woke up early before the world to see the quiet, and the cool stillness. Nature–the Great Mother–was baring herself to the unconditional acceptance of the sky and falling back into the wonder of itself. And I paused on my front porch while my soul connected to the place of it’s true home, devoid of the white noise of people and air conditioners and cars and flurry and chaos. And as the sun rested in self-assured imminence behind mountains which stand guard like new parents, felt called into remembrance, that at every turn, nature—The Earth—will impassively stand in non-judgment of our human drama and flaws until we either save ourselves or perish.
And the indifference of it didn’t make me feel small; it made me feel reverent.Continue reading “White Noise”