I've seen stunning pictures of monasteries in China suspended on mountainsides. Makes me want to go. But I probably won't. Yet that desire somehow travels with me through the mountains where I live, and pulls my attention toward things that are related. When I saw this mushroom cluster clinging to a tree on the Mountains to Sea Trail, a connection, a bridge appeared, and I knew it was possible to get there from here.And for a few moments I was there. One part of me was simply delighted--to see something simple and beautiful, to have had enough sense to stop and be still (I was also rather pleased with myself for having an enlightened moment).
One part was just deeply grateful to be alive and to have eyes and mind and heart.
