This experience in a body that we call life is a precious opportunity and a sacred endeavor. What a blessing and what a remarkable occurrence for our souls to incarnate in a physical form time and time again. For just like the passing of the seasons, your soul infinitely spins on the cosmic wheel of oneness. Yet, this wonder of being in form can not be fully explored until we come to terms with the haunting specter of death. For as sure as the morning sunrise, we will all die and the time and manner will not be of our choosing. So, armed with this wisdom of the ages there is only one true and revered way to live: as if each day could be your last.
One morning while hiking through the woods I had a sudden realization: I am in everything and of everything I am. As the birds sang their joyous melodies and as I breathed in the fresh mountain air, I said the following aloud to myself:
“I am those birds chanting their soulful incantations and I am the warm inviting air filling my lungs with the breath of another spring time in bloom.”
As I continued my little pilgrimage through the ancient forest and up an old logging road to higher elevations, I realized that I too, was a part of the mountains. I then began to feel rain drops gently fall upon me so I took refuge under a beloved and ageless tree. I wrapped my arms around its glorious trunk and gave it a great big bear hug! In that moment, I also realized that my wise friend, the tree, was also a part of me.
Finally, I arrived at the summit of a mountain with stunning 360-degree views. I stared in awe as a breathtaking smoky mist swept across the blue majestic peaks standing right there in front of me. Humbled, I basked in that moment knowing beyond a doubt that I am in everything and in everything I am.
Forrest Rivers is a writer and teacher who lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. His new book, COVID-19 and Humanity’s Spiritual Awakening is now available on Amazon HERE