Meanings

For the most part, life is full of busily doing things. Our minds are busy naming things, sorting through the inputs from an increasing variety of sources, thinking about the next thing that might be catching our attention.

 The end result is that we can be left thinking our lives rather than living them, reacting to the next thing, making up stories about what just happened, making judgements on what each and every thing means to us.

Even when we take time out, it can be more of the same. We can go into nature, and still be looking at it, and thinking it …trees, flowers, birds, clouds, hot, wet, and imposing our own meanings about those things. However, every once in a while something changes in our perception. 

In a moment of stillness, maybe in awe at the beauty in front of our eyes, we stop the naming and the thinking. We are just being there, and a space opens up that allows nature to give its meaning to us; that we are not separate from it, that we are an integral part of its vastness, its richness and its beauty.

That experience is there in every moment of life, but its necessary to let go of everyday mind to let it in.