The Meaning of Life
As my foot lifts over fallen leaves, moss and lichen, the river's magnetising presence brings the winged creatures, the fish and the scurrying ones I hear but do not see. We're all moving through this forest, through this life, together. I am a daughter of the Earth. Here, with all my siblings. Who could be lonely?
The trees welcome me here, in this slow place where grandfather time rests so grandmother space can embrace me. I carry on walking, kissing my mother with every step. A soft affection becomes apparent. She loves us all, loves for us to arrive with her, home. Here. Now. She receives me.
The feminine, the holding, life is her container. All so amplified when we slow down and notice.
The bounty of offerings wait for us to at last receive them. If only we could pause to find that the life we were so busy striving for, was always here, arriving.
Each step, a kiss. Each moment, a gift - a perpetual invitation to simply be here.