Walks on the wild side

My inner knowing acknowledges the existence of a creator and sustainer of the universe; a ‘being’ who is revealed in everything that is. And I sense a connection to this and a oneness that is tangible. It is something I sense most clearly when I am in the mountains, by the sea, when my children were born, when I relax deeply and allow myself to just BE.

The words of Wordsworth still take some beating:

I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things.

As do these from a more recent Christian mystic, Dag Hammarskjold (secretary general of the UN 1953-1961)

So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning.

I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no - but refreshed, rested, - while waiting.

John