For lunch, I decided I would truly eat out. As I sat with sandwich and coffee I savored the ambience of nature’s restaurant. No fast food here. Paraphrasing John Muir, when one goes to eat out in nature, you are truly going in.

When was the last time I saw rain? I cannot remember. The dripping clouds hid the mountains. The trees around me felt as if they were bending trying to reach the distant clouds and rain. No rain fell where I sat. The clouds disappeared as quickly as they arrived. The trees stopped bending and resumed their vigilant upright stance. The dry earth and grasses became quiet. And yet, there was not a hint of sadness or lack.

A single whisper heard, bearing two threads. Sometimes the inability to see the steadfast mountains’ anchoring comfort is actually the presence of a much truer gift. And when what I seek remains out of reach, like the trees and grasses, to stand in stillness and trust.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent. ~ Rumi