Wide Open Spaces
Poetic Thoughts Inside Reality: While Hiking With My Son
In wide open space the soul recalibrates to the pace of nature. Circadian rhythms surrender to eternal ones aligning with earth and sky, and what made them.
One map we had was torn and taken by the wind, that same wind that makes you feel you are not alone. We feel what we cannot see. Is it us who realizes this? No. For what is Real-ized is still there even if our real eyes are blinded by what is false. That map had been folded many times causing a crease where the tear came easily. Our soul map has been folded many times and the creases on our face tells the story, but do we allow our tears to come easily? Will we allow the Wind to tear our maps and take us to where we are called?
Tears and Tears come from the Real within. Different words, different meanings, same spelling, same source. Oh to discern what is meant when we were meant!
The views up here bring perspective, guided by an internal map. This map can be torn, like a veil, but not taken from you. In fact, torn maps are like temple curtains split to remove that which hindered inner perspective within the most holy of places. At this moment, this place, now here, you remember you are also a wide open space that does not just fit anything, but everything that matters. Meaning is made to fit in you and to overflow into every space, which opens the real-eye-zation the most holy place is wherever you are. There, God is.
The most holy place is present as we realize we were realized before we knew. We came from a wide open space that filled us with the eternal rhythms that become our compass. That compass is the compassion that results from being led by the Wind.
Feel the Wind.
Let it rip.
Go where it leads you.
-PH
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”- John 3:8
Real-eye-zation: “The eye is the lamp of the body…” - Matthew 6:22