In Michigan, we have tornadoes and snowstorms, enough to make us aware of the power of Mother Nature. But as I am traveling through many ecosystems and climates, from marsh to Mississippi River, to dry grasslands, to steam vents and geysers, to intimidating mountain bluffs and cliffs, I see how precariously we individual humans cling to the planet. At any moment, the Earth might issue forth something from which we cannot protect ourselves, and many of our separate physical forms may die.
Yet, are we not all one, and one with all that we experience? If the mountain's rocks fall to the valley below, the mountain does not mourn, and unless the rocks fall onto something we deem "good", nor do we. When the Old Man in the Mountain rock formation fell in New Hampshire, people were saddened, but the mountain didn't care. Nature accepts what is. Nature is energy expressed in many forms. We are one of those forms. We are constantly ebbing and flowing along with the energies around us. We are precarious only if we see ourselves as separate and clinging. If we hum with the universal frequency, nothing changes at the demise of the body. Here's to learning the tune.
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