Today simplicity softens as I look out and float on a trail of bunny tail clouds.
I’m reading a biography of Thomas Berry, and pause with his words.
Each of us is as old as the universe and experiences our greater self in the larger story of the universe. So we are as old as the universe and as big as the universe. This is our great self. We survive in our great self. Our particular manifestation is distinct from our universal presence to the total process. We exist eternally in our participation in the universe’s existence.
His words lift a weight off my shoulders as I rest and renew in words of John O’Donohue.
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.