The sun will teach you how to flower if you will let a little light and warmth in.
Spirituality taught me how to swim in the positive waters of the good universe, in the love that is the matter beyond we can sense, that we can grasp with our souls. For this is the only way to find real safety. Be a good swimmer. Become strong. Then you can reach the shore and be a good coach, a good encourager, so that others can achieve the same. You can shine a light. Be coach, mentor and cheerleader. In time the light you shine will become one of so many, and that is your legacy, that is how these wars are won.
Spirituality saved my life. It was the light, the rope and the lifejacket - for feeling lost, buried and drowning converge at these times of trauma. When there was nothing else, there was the divine, there was nature and the spirits to guide. They saved me. They're quite a team.
In this old growth forest the trees rise upward forever, the canopy above is distant, like clouds of green. Even with arms out-stretched I would never even be able to reach even a fraction of the way around their gnarly bark trunks. Stepping carefully over the roots that knot the pathway, watching the freshly fallen rain seep into the soil, I am struck by a wish to melt in with it. Not to die, but to live forever amongst these ancient beings who cast the shadow in which I stand. There is a sacredness here that transcends everyday concerns, casting them into the timelessness of forests, of oceans, of mountains. Under these boughs I feel the breath of God and hear the beauty of His creations; how can I not be at home here?
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