I like to walk alone on country paths, rice plants and wild grasses on both sides, putting each foot down on the earth in mindfulness, knowing that I walk on the wondrous earth. In such moments, existence is a miraculous and mysterious reality. People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child--our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
-Thich Nhat Hanh, "Miracle of Mindfulness"
I am experiencing the privilege of growing older, and in doing so it's as if I'm unlocking certain mysteries inside myself, certain truths that up until this moment have been hidden. I am experiencing myself as being, experiencing my own presence, my own vitality and mortality - me.
I am now where my heart has taken me.