The world seems nuts, viewed through a certain lens. It's certainly been feeling that way to me. My heart feels heavy some days.
Something led me out into the garden today. To put my feet on the earth again. The earth doesn't struggle to make sense of itself. Fungi, leaves decomposing, clouds dissipating and coalescing, birds singing. Not rushing, not frantic, doing things in their time, breathing, all of it generous, balanced, humble.
The noise of us humans struggling with our longings and disagreements and fears and chaos and our mad grasping for permanence feels quieter and more held.
It might be imagined, but felt seen by the trees...as I noticed the birds, they noticed me too. I felt like I'd been away for a long time.