There was a tiny moment, in the company of these pine-trees, when I knew that the same life was rushing through our bodies, the same wind was blowing in their branches and in my soul; that their sturdy rootedness and their gentle swaying are what I am; that they share my pain and my bewilderment, my perplexity and my determination to be rooted in the Real. This is what "here and now" is to me: a communion of all living things, in God.
Their tops in the clouds, their branches are stout,
And thin, tall and proud they're swaying about;
Of sunlight and rain
They're talking again
Allowed to spell them aloud
Thank you for this moving (in all senses) posting. It feels like an intimate and rare connection with a living moment. And thank you for your words. These hard times are so important to inhabit as fully as possible.
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