The days of this past week were remarkably glorious. The evenings were particularly alive with color, texture and sound and provided the perfect atmosphere for our end of the day walks. Unusually cool breezes caressed bare summer skin; scarlet suns set against prismatic skies; a rising full moon, the color of ripe mangos, hung huge above the horizon; silent flurries of bats winged their way between treetops at twilight; and the cacophonous sound of cicadas fading into the chorus of crickets as darkness enveloped each day. Peace and wholeness hung in the air on those nights and all seemed right with the world… a feeling reminiscent of the wonder I felt while gazing at star-filled skies as a child.

As I reflect on these experiences, I marvel at how easily we become distracted by the busy-ness of our daily lives and the extent to which we separate ourselves from the magnificent beauty and magic that fills the world in which we live. As we narrow our field of awareness to the tedium and drama of passing events, the mind, ever so efficiently, justifies the importance of such focus. We tend to take for granted the very things that reflect the aliveness of spirit and complacently settle for the chase after illusive greener pastures. Patiently, the all-knowing heart yearns for something more. [Read more →]