Twenty minutes before my shift at work, I was finishing up my lunch in the depths of the nature reserve. Walking back, even at a quick pace, I caught sight of turtles, snakes, frogs, songbirds, butterflies, spiders, and large graceful birds with expansive wings floating around in the sky. All this life had come here, together in this green and quiet place, to the shore of this marshy lake, and under this big blue sky, not so much as a decision or even a matter of mutual understanding, that here the frogs could eat the flies and the snakes could eat the frogs and the turtles could eat the algae and the birds could eat the fish, and that the great circle of existence could form in all it’s strange glory. They just felt themselves coming to this place, without need for thought, or struggle, or weighing the options. They just felt themselves moved by the flow of life, dwelling, perfectly abiding, in the will of God.
Are we to rise to this? I thought, walking faster. How can I get here, when in ten minutes I am needed to take urine samples and prepare materials to teach a class on cross addictions? How can we get here with so many theres in between?