Mountain Meditations

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When the world is quiet and the mind is at peace, the trappings of the day-to-day grind all pass away.  What does it all mean anyway? Why do we work so hard for this job or that job? What value does it bring to ourselves or to the world?

As I sit her and listen to the wind in the trees and the babbling brook, how do I justify the stress and strain of my world down below?  How do I know that I’m making a difference? How do I know that I’m not wasting my time.  From up here, everything below seems so rushed, so serious, perhaps so pointless.

Here I can hear the voices of my father and my mother as if they were still here in this world with me.  What could be more important than that?  I don’t hear them quite so much back in the world, except for those rare moments in the middle of the night when my mind is quiet.  I hear them talking to me now.  Their blessings are present in this place.  Just as I hear them call to me, in the quiet of a peaceful rest. I don’t know what meaning exists in my life.  When I think about what is important to me — what is really important to me — it all boils down to those I love.  That is what is real; that is what is permanent.  Here in the quiet of the woods, I know it as truth; that only love is real, only love has meaning.  No my job, not money, not fame.  Those all fade and pass.  The love I feel for my kids, my siblings, and my relatives and friends, that lives on.  In them.  I live in them as a spark, as a feeling, as a set of memories — a presence.  that is transcendence! That is permanent. I am alone this evening in the woods.  Other than Maggie, my loyal and active German Shepherd. But I am not alone. I feel the presence of my children.  I feel the presence of my siblings, who are struggling with health issues right now.  I feel the presence of my parents, who are long since left this world. I think of friends, wishing they were here with me now. Am I alone? With this much love in my life, am I ever really alone? Do they feel my presence now as I think of them? I know that they know how much I love them, because I tell them all on a regular basis.  But, do they feel me right now? Right here? Is this Love just something that lives in my brain?  Or is it truly connecting us all? I don’w know. I don’t need to know. It brings me peace. What else should I ask of Love?

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