Breath of the Land
When we listen, truly listen, we can feel the land breathing us, as if each
creature, each blade of grass, each stone were an expression of some larger
inhalation. There’s a presence here that we call “nature,” yet it is so much more.
A vast, silent intelligence that holds us in each moment, asking us to remember
our own transparency, to remember that we too are part of this continuous,
breathing organism we call earth.
And in those moments of stillness, we find ourselves being breathed by something
larger, something that asks for our attention, our participation. It is in this
reciprocal breath, this exchange of life and presence, that we find our belonging,
our invitation to listen to the voices that rise from stone, river, and tree—voices
that seem to sing not from beyond us but from within us.